A few days ago I went in for a medical examination, where the doctor boldly goes where no one has gone before.   Prepping consisted of stripping down to nothing but a flimsy hospital gown, lying under a flimsy blanket and getting an IV.

The nurse bringing me from the prep room to the examination room said, “The halls are pretty cold.  Would you like a warm blanket?”  I said, “Sure,” and she said “I’ll get one from the machine.”

It felt wonderful, warm all over, even better than crawling under an electric blanket on a cold winter night.  As I was wheeled into examination room I said to the doctor, “I want to get one of those blanket warming machines.”

She said, “You already have one.  It’s called a dryer.”