I'm working at the office today...as I did yesterday...as I did tomorrow. I'm even getting paid for it, which is extra pleasing to my soul. But right now there is a creepy person staring through the door of the first prep-and-care room, and I'm sitting directly in his line of sight and it's weirding me out. But, ya know, creepers gotta creep. I just smile back and think, I've got Mace in my purse with your name on it...
What was really, really extra super funny earlier today was when I was leading a new patient, a first timer, back to the second room to wait until dad finished with his patient, a gentleman with a propensity to be a drama queen of the first order. Supposedly, his toe was somewhat sore, and just as we passed the door, dad tweaked it.
The man wasn't really that loud, but he let out this wail, "Ooooooooooooo....", and fell back in his chair and--I kid you not--threw his hand up to his forehead, while dad briskly trims a callous with a bright, shiny scalpel.
Needless to say, that is not exactly the first thing you want to see when you walk into a new office for the first time. I glanced up at this big hulking guy beside me, and his eyes get really wide. He might even have gone a little pale around the edges. I tried to smile as reassuringly as I could, and I saw him gripping the armrests.
I left him in his room, walked outside, and laughed.
1 comment:
oh that's terrible. I would hate being that big guy. Granted, I have a pair, so I wouldnt' be gripping the arm rests, but I'd be a LOT of uncomfortable lol.
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