Jeff (24) sits in a small cold room that has fluorescent lighting and smells like hand sanitizer and balsa wood. He sits on top of a table that has paper laid over it, he twiddles his thumbs as he waits for the doctor to enter the room.
It's just a routine physical, there's no need to be nervous. Even if it's been a year and you're worried that he's going to tell you that you developed a some sort of incurable disease in that time. Or maybe he'll tell you that you have gained weight, or worse, ask me if I'm sexually active. HE KNOWS DAMN WELL THAT I AM NOT. Stop. You're freaking yourself out. Remember what your therapist said, "No one is judging you, it is all in your head."
Doctor Jefferson enters the room.
Hello Jeff, nice to see you again. Oh, I see you grew out a mustache.
Oh god, he hates it! Tell him it's a joke - a stupid goof!
It's a joke!
The doctor looks confused.
Right? Well I like it, I think you should keep it.