Pineapple Trick…or Treat?

“See you back in ten years,” my G.I. guy said after my “all clear” colonoscopy. Sister had a polyp snipped at hers and gets to repeat the pleasure in five. The prep is much worse than the hose. Flavoring makes no difference since you can’t taste it with your nose pinched off, gagging down that gallon of magnesium citrate. Some comic at the pharmacy labeled my prep “pineapple.” The same genius must’ve formulated it since it smelled nothing like the juice that escaped my gloves and pickled my fingertips the summer I worked the belt at the Dole (pineapple) Cannery.