Butt Massage

Last week Matt and I decided to play a little trick on the girls at his PT clinic by making a phony phone call. The conversation went a little bit like this:
me: Um, yes, I was calling because I needed an appointment with that new Doctor, Dr. Ma-gew-et (of course, this entire conversation was in my very best "hick" voice)
clinic: You mean Dr. Maguet?
me: well, however you say his name...my friend came into see Dr. Maguet, bless her heart she has back trouble, and she told me that he gives the best butt massages so I need to schedule one of those
clinic: silence
me: she told me that he is super cute and makes her butt feel nice
clinic: again, silence, then Umm, hold on
**somehow we get disconnected...hmmm?**
I call back
me: hi, I just talked to you about getting a butt massage with the new doctor, and I'm sorry but my cat started scratching at the door, so when you put me on hold I had to let her go out to do number 2
clinic: (trying not to giggle) okay
me: so I need to make that appointment
clinic: well, do you have a note from a doctor?
me: a note- do you need me to write it down on a piece of paper that I need a massage
clinic: no, you need a note from your doctor, do you have a doctor?
me: oh no, hun, I don't pay for nothin' I go to the health department...all I need is a good massage...you see, I am lookin' to get hitched
clinic: well, Dr. Maguet is married
me: oh, that don't matter to me
clinic: silence
me: (needing to stop the call before I lost it) okay, well, I'll call a doctor and call ya back!

since then, pranks have been played throughout the office, including a favorite pen suspended in jello, a la "The Office" style, and a rubber band on the handheld nozzle of the sink, thus resulting in a very wet shirt...