I was anticipating a visit to my gynecologist later in the week, whenIreceived a call from his office one morning. It seemed his appointmentshadto be rescheduled. I could take the opening he had in an hour and ahalf orwait until he returned from an unexpected trip that would mean waitinganothermonth. I was eager to get it out of the way.
It was already 8:30 a.m. I'd just packed everyone off to school andworkand the trip to his office took 35 minutes so I had no time to spare.
As most women do, I like to take a little extra care with my hygienewhenmaking such visits, but this time I wasn't going to have the luxury oftimefor the full effort.
I rushed upstairs, threw off my robe, wet a washcloth and gave myselfaquick scrub in front of the sink with one hand, while I wrestled a brush
through my tangled hair. I tossed the cloth in the hamper, pulled on adress,and hopped into the car and raced to my appointment.
They called my name soon after I arrived and I followed the nurse'sinstructions to disrobe, hop up onto the exam table and use the papersheetfor a cover-up. My doctor had delivered my three children so the smileandgreeting he gave me was customary. I was surprised to hear him say,"My, …wehave taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we!" But Ididn'trespond. When the exam was over, I sighed in relief and went home.
The rest of the day went normally. I did a little shopping, ran a few
errands, straightened the house and made dinner. At 8:30 my daughterJuliewas getting ready for her prom when she called down from the bathroom,"Mom,where's my washcloth?"
I told to her to get another from the linen closet.
She called back, "No, Mom, I need the one that was here by the sink.It hadall my glitter and sparkles in it." This joke is from the collection at www.usaone.net/jokenet
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