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Here's a joke my sis sent....
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist
later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the
doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at
9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and
it was already around 8:45 am. The trip to his office took about 35
minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.
As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene
when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to
make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas,
wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself
a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I
threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped
in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room for
only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as
I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other
side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place
a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the doctor said,
"My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't
respond. After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went
home. The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning,
cooking.
After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out
from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get
another one from the cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that
was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
Never going back to that doctor. Ever.
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist
later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the
doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at
9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and
it was already around 8:45 am. The trip to his office took about 35
minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.
As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene
when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to
make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas,
wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself
a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I
threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped
in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room for
only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as
I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other
side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place
a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the doctor said,
"My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't
respond. After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went
home. The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning,
cooking.
After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out
from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get
another one from the cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that
was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
Never going back to that doctor. Ever.
