The other night I was sitting in my favorite over-sized leather chair. I was trying to fight off my turkey coma (caused by eating copious amounts of turkey and trimmings). I was staring into the depths of my laptop as I guiltily contemplated the many emails I've neglected recently and really must get caught up on.
In the background, the TV blared and I ignored it. I'm not much of a TV person, but Briefcase is. When he's home, the TV is usually on.
My attention was suddenly caught by a man's voice saying (rather loudly) from our TV, "Pap smears save lives."
Startled, I glanced at the TV. A very handsome Josh Pais stared back at me with Christmas bells jingling in the background.
For a moment, I questioned if I had really just heard what my brain and ears knew I had.
A handsome man surrounded by jingling Christmas bells doesn't normally discuss pap smears. (Especially on TV while many of us share a relaxing evening with our family/kids surrounding us.)
Don't get me wrong. I agree, pap smears do save lives. One of my neighbors died from cervical cancer and I'm very aware of the importance of the test. I'm in no way disagreeing with the idea of pap smears, their importance, or even the fact that Public Service Announcements on TV about them might help save lives.
(And also? Don't even get me started on recent women's health issues such as the new mammogram and pap smear guidelines!)
But Josh Pais? Pap smears and jingle bells?
As my brain was trying to fully wrap itself around what I was seeing and hearing, Josh Pais continued.
"This Christmas impress her. Give her the gift that even Santa can't deliver."
"Did you hear that?" I asked Briefcase as he re-entered the room.
"CBS thinks you should book a pap smear for me this year as my Christmas gift," I informed him.
I grinned and added, "It's the gift even Santa can't deliver."
Briefcase rolled his eyes.
A sudden vision of Santa poking between my legs came to my mind. I shook my head violently trying to dispel it.
I'm sure Briefcase was contemplating my reaction if I woke up Christmas morning to find out my big! surprise! gift! under our Christmas tree was an appointment for a pap smear.
In my mind I can hear him saying on Christmas morning, "There's a pap smear in a box for you 24! I even put a big red bow on your extra special pap smear!"
Then he would beam at me with a smile on his face and I would start stripping off his clothes right then to show my appreciation for his gift.
Do ya think?
Or maybe not?
Here's the PSA. I knew you'd want to see it in it's entirety. (It's short, I promise!)
If you're a man … would this PSA convince you to book an appointment for an important woman in your life? You might save her life. Of course, by choosing a pap smear as her gift you might be risking yours!
© Twenty Four At Heart