A dermatologist sees a patient with a rash

One cold April morning, a dermatologist sees a young, female patient who says she has a skin problem on her chest. He tells her to lift the shirt and sees an 'H'-shaped rash. The dermatologist had never seen any letter-shaped rashes like this before so her asks her about it.

The woman sheepishly replies, "Oh doc...well, my boyfriend just got into Harvard Law School. It is a little weird, but he likes to wear his Harvard sweater when we have sex. I think I am allergic to the fabric.". The dermatologist agrees that is probably the cause of the rash, gives her a cream, and sends her off.

The next day, the nurse lets another young woman into dermatologist's office who says she also has a rash. The dermatologist asks her to lift her blouse and sees a rash in the shape of a 'Y' on her chest. The doctor, following his usual list of questions, asks her if she had any contact with any materials she may have been allergic to.

The woman turns bright red and quietly says, "Well, my boyfriend just got into Yale Business School last week and he has this Yale sweater he has been wearing when we have sex. I think I got this rash when it rubbed on my skin." The doctor agrees that this is probably the reason for her rash, gives the woman a cream, and sends her off.

The next day, the dermatologist sees yet another woman who says she has a rash. The doctor asks her to lift her t-shirt and finds a rash in the shape of an 'M' on her chest. The doctor cannot help himself and starts chuckling.

The woman, now a little irritated asks the dermatologist why he is laughing. The doctor confesses, "This week I had two women come in with rashes on their chests. One in the shape of an 'H' and another in the shape of a 'Y'. Let me guess, your boyfriend got into Michigan for graduate school and he likes to wear his Michigan sweater when you two have sex."

The woman, now clearly flustered stutters, "Well, uhh..." But the doctor cannot stop himself from continuing.

"...and you must be allergic to the fabric in his sweater! Please, please, tell me if I am right! I must know."

The young woman takes a few breaths to calm down and then says, "Um, well yes, you are right about one thing. I must be allergic to the fabric in the sweater."

The doctor leans back in his chair for a moment and thinks, *Imagine! Three in a week. How strange!*, but then remembers what the woman said and asks, "But what am I wrong about?"

"My girlfriend got into Wisconsin."