Spots
I pass this poster every day on my way to and from the MRT station. I can’t help but look and wonder. It is affixed to the front of a National Health Services office. They must do something to your spots inside. Exactly what they do will remain a mystery until I learn enough to read the poster. But whatever they’re doing in there is being effectively advertised. They get my attention every day. The photos of spotty body parts, while semi-repulsive, is somehow fascinating. The fact that, if you look close enough, you can see that man’s left nut between his spotty ass cheeks makes me smile. I wonder how he feels having his ass emblazoned on National Health Services posters? Furthermore I wonder if he even knows that his ass has been so utilized? He may go in one day for a regular check up and recognize his ass staring him back in the face as he walks through the door. How surprising would that be?
Nurse: “What is your appointment for, sir?”
Man: “Well, I have a check up. I had some spots on my ass, but the doctor did something to them”
Nurse: (pointing) “Were they spots like these?”
Man: “Well…they were THOSE spots.”
Nurse: “Excuse me?”
Man: “Those spots…they’re my spots. That’s MY ass.” (raising eyebrows seductively) “And THAT’S my left nut.”
Queue electric guitar with wah-wah pedal…