- because I just can't make up this stuff.
Around 1pm today, a call was transferred to my desk. A guy wanted to find out how much he would be paid for donating sperm. While most of you probably don't entertain such questions during the course of your workday, in my office this isn't as random as it sounds. I told the guy that we are a fertility practice, but not a sperm bank, and would therefore have to turn down his offer. He asked me if I knew of any sperm banks, and I gave him the name of a local facility and told him that he could find their contact information on the internet. He told me that he didn't have access to the internet, and then proceeded to tell me that he was in his car. Driving around. Looking to make a donation, presumably in the immediate future. I found the number, read it to him, and extracted myself from the conversation as quickly as possible.
In retrospect, I'm not sure I've done anyone any favors by enabling this man to procreate at large. Consider the thought process going on here. He's driving around, maybe on his way to In-n-Out burger for lunch, and is struck by the sudden urge to flog the bishop (feel free to insert your preferred masturbatory euphemism here). Does he smack one hand down on the steering wheel and say, "Dammit, today I'm going to get paid for this"?
So, how was your day?
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