I paused yesterday on I-40 to snap a picture of this billboard. For some reason, it draws my eye every morning as I'm driving to work in order to support my overt happiness.
So I thought I'd take a picture of it to safely ponder & dissect the information on this billboard - and to share the thoughts it provokes in my pitiful mind every morning on my commute;
This is an oxymoron. If it's invasive, it ain't minimal.
To reiterate, and as anyone my age with crusty, creaky joints knows…there is no such thing as minimally invasive (or minor) "Surgery"
Is it pronounced "doob" or "doobie"? That's a funny name for a Doctor who works on "joints".
In either case, I will not be going to see him strictly based on that. I've gone to other doctors before who's names invoke unfortunate connotations. The most prominent of those being a gastrointestinal specialist in South Carolina named…Dr. Ramsbottom. (true)
There is another Dube billboard as well, featuring a seductively-bent knee that looks as if it could be of this same young lady with obvious, premature joint issues. I can't remember where it is, but if I see it I will do a follow-up post or tweet out a picture. That way, we can be Dube Brothers!
"Things are not as bad as they seem. They are worse." ~Bill Press