I was poked and prodded and drained today at the doctor's office. She didn't quite remember me from last month's appointment at first, until I mentioned earwax, which made her smile. I'm Mr. Earwax.
This is rather amusing, but I'm not sure the "parody" excuse is going to fly, long term.
I voted in the primary yesterday. I haven't heard who won. The old ladies at the sign-in table remembered me by name and one of them called me "Sweetheart". So the doctor who Roto-Rootered my head last month didn't remember me, but poll workers recall me from last November? It's a strange world.
Bad Grapefruit: Every time someone says "excuse me" to you, say "I'll consider it."
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