YouTube University

“Do you think there are videos on YouTube on how to do minor surgery?” I ask David.

“No,” David says with a note of finality in his voice.

“No?”

“No, you may not do minor surgery on yourself.”

“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t do minor surgery on myself.”

David’s eyebrows rise as high as they possibly can on his forehead. “No?”

“No.”

“Good,” he says, obviously relieved.

“Of course I wouldn’t do that. Well, really, couldn’t do it, not well at least.”

David closes his eyes and shakes his head.

I know that with logic, I can make a good argument. “You, though, YOU could totally learn how to do minor surgery and do it on me. It could be like those scenes in Travelers when David does home spinal taps for Marcy.”

“No.”

“It just doesn’t make sense for me to do it.”

“It doesn’t make sense that you perform minor surgery on yourself?!?”

“Well not in this area, it doesn’t,” I explain patiently.

“What area? What could you possibly want to remove from your body?”

“My armpit pudge. Nay, verily, my armpit boobs,” I say. “I have had armpit boobs ever since I’ve had breasts. And no matter how much I exercise, no matter how healthfully I eat, no matter how many pounds I lose…” I poke my left armpit boob.   “I still…”  I poke my right armpit boob. “Have…” I cross my body and poke both of them.  “Armpit boobs.”

I am apparently speaking in a foreign language. There is no comprehension on David’s face. I’m sure that I can get through to him.

“And I know that all it would take is a little ‘zip-zop’ underneath my pits, a little detail nozzle suck with the Shop Vac and BOOM! They’d be gone.”

David opens his mouth to speak. He closes it. He opens it again. “What can I say to dissuade you of your commitment to this plan? Hey! Remember when you were learning to decorate gingerbread houses from YouTube videos? Can we go back to that? Please?”