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All He Wanted to do...
It occurred to me, as I was telling this story the other evening, that I had never blogged about it.
And as stories go, I think it's a pretty good true one.
Some time back, Husband had his yearly doctor appointment for the dreaded physical.
You know what I mean: what might they find this time? As we get older, it seems the staff are rubbing their hands together with glee, anticipating the new diagnosis.
He'd had a 45 minute road trip, and being a male of a certain age, wanted to find a bathroom quickly.
I guess the builders knew this, because once you go through the entrance double doors, all you a have to do is continue walking across the hall, and you'll walk right into the men's restroom.
So, Husband proceeds to go in. There's a rather large teen age boy at the sink. Husband goes into a stall. The boy, being an obedient son, did just what his mama said to do when you leave a room: He turned out the lights.
Now, as you probably already know, this left Husband in the dark. And I ain't talking about the kind of dark when the stars and the moon are out. I'm talking about the can't-see-your-hand-in-front-of-your-face-dark.
"What did you do?" I asked, suddenly horrified for him.
"I used the Braille method."
As he felt his way out the door, he began to plot what he was going to do to that young man, but alas, the boy was long gone.
Husband proceeded to climb the stairs to the second floor. There he decided to go into the men's room and wash his hands, since he hadn't bothered with doing that on the first floor.
Upon opening the door, a lunging, snarling, large pit bull dog came for him. The elderly, frail man on the other end of the skinny leash said, "The dog is in service dog training."
Uh-huh. For what? A used car lot after hours?
Husband swiftly let the door close, and proceeded to the waiting room, where he was taken back to see the doctor right away.
"I'm a little concerned about your blood pressure," says the good doctor. "It's a little high."
"I should have had a stroke or a heart attack!" Husband exclaims. He then tells the physician what he'd just been through.
The doctor claims, in that case, Husband is a fine specimen and sends him on his way.
As I've said before, you can't make this kind of stuff up.
And as stories go, I think it's a pretty good true one.
Some time back, Husband had his yearly doctor appointment for the dreaded physical.
You know what I mean: what might they find this time? As we get older, it seems the staff are rubbing their hands together with glee, anticipating the new diagnosis.
He'd had a 45 minute road trip, and being a male of a certain age, wanted to find a bathroom quickly.
I guess the builders knew this, because once you go through the entrance double doors, all you a have to do is continue walking across the hall, and you'll walk right into the men's restroom.
So, Husband proceeds to go in. There's a rather large teen age boy at the sink. Husband goes into a stall. The boy, being an obedient son, did just what his mama said to do when you leave a room: He turned out the lights.
Now, as you probably already know, this left Husband in the dark. And I ain't talking about the kind of dark when the stars and the moon are out. I'm talking about the can't-see-your-hand-in-front-of-your-face-dark.
"What did you do?" I asked, suddenly horrified for him.
"I used the Braille method."
As he felt his way out the door, he began to plot what he was going to do to that young man, but alas, the boy was long gone.
Husband proceeded to climb the stairs to the second floor. There he decided to go into the men's room and wash his hands, since he hadn't bothered with doing that on the first floor.
Upon opening the door, a lunging, snarling, large pit bull dog came for him. The elderly, frail man on the other end of the skinny leash said, "The dog is in service dog training."
Uh-huh. For what? A used car lot after hours?
Husband swiftly let the door close, and proceeded to the waiting room, where he was taken back to see the doctor right away.
"I'm a little concerned about your blood pressure," says the good doctor. "It's a little high."
"I should have had a stroke or a heart attack!" Husband exclaims. He then tells the physician what he'd just been through.
The doctor claims, in that case, Husband is a fine specimen and sends him on his way.
As I've said before, you can't make this kind of stuff up.
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