The Sweet Husband

The Sikh Doctor

Further conversations of the seriously deranged.

Sweet Husband: I think you need to punch her in that red dot on her forehead. I don't think they should have Muslim doctors at the VA, that's what's wrong with her, she hates me.

Me: She's not Muslim, she's Sikh

SH: She can't be sick, she's the damn doctor, tell her to take a pill.

Me: Not sick, SIKH

SH: Why are you saying she's seek? I don't want to go, I'm going to catch something.I'll come home with some damn Muslim disease that can't even be cured over here.

Me: she is NOT Muslim, she is Indian, she is SIKH, dammit.

Sh:  Now you are saying she's an Indian, Indians have feathers not red dots. Dammit, I am not going, that's it. I'm not going.

Me: Stop acting silly please. She is an Indian from India, and she is a member of the SIKH religion. She is a very good doctor and you know it,but she doesn't let you get away with not doing what she says, so you don't like her.

Now he is doing some serious pouting, sitting in his chair mumbling about Muslims and red dotted doctors, poking at his testicles and calling him fat ass, I may have to put that ad in the paper for him.