His response: 'Why, certainly. I would be delighted to chauffeur you around Munich this morning. I won't even make you beg.'
I took this as a yes and got all dolled up in my fur-lined purple snow beast outfit, which is incredibly sexy. Believe it. And don't even look at that picture of Barney, it's completely unrelated.
After they took the pictures I met with the doctor, who was unexpectedly jolly. Generally speaking most of the doctors I've gone to here are pretty nice but this guy was positively brimming with bonhomie. Of course, he looks at breasts all day.
Fortunately the little verruca at the bakery right afterwards made up for this understandable lapse in German brusqueness, so cosmic balance is preserved and we can all continue to exist. She ignored my polite request for a croissant, handed me a stale pretzel and brazenly stole my Eurocent change.
But nothing can dampen my good mood today because I have a clean bill of health and an even cleaner new President.