Monday, July 25, 2016

If I Could Tell a Good Story, I'd Tell You All About Today's Tale

IF I'm ever late for an appointment it's because of circumstances beyond my control. Being late is as taboo as lying to your face while I stab you in the back with your own knife that I stole from your mama's kitchen on the day I came to pay my respect after your grandfather's funeral. So I was sincerely upset with JC when he made me super late for today's appointment with a new doctor. I was sorely upset.

A person cannot slam a door in indignation when they need help getting out of their chariot of fire; they cannot stomp away even if they're directly in front of the facility--not if they're impeded by contraptions and a cane, and need the little step ladder to exit said chariot. They definitely cannot save face when they thump thump way to the check-in desk with an apology and explanation tripping over themselves, only to have the greeter start giggling. Not only was I late, I was there a day early. If that's not punctuality I don't know what is. 

I walked in fussing and apologizing the last time I was there. Of course she remembered. She quoted me, practically verbatim, about how mortified I was over being late. The complimentary phone reminder said to be thirty minutes early for x-rays. She said, "Oh, they tell that to all the patients . . . " It takes fifteen minutes, in truth, so they lie about the extra fifteen for laggards. I promised to take JC to lunch after that particular fiasco. She reminded me of that too. I let her I'd kept my word and . . . I sure hope she's off tomorrow.

Since the tatanka (Lakota for buffalo/bison)  burger is no longer on the menu at the Black Walnut, I've turned to Another Broken Egg Cafe. They're only about breakfast and brunch, which means no later afternoon appointments with a meal in mind. So we had a meal there today after my non-appointment. They were twenty-five minutes away from closing. JC went in and asked if we were too late for a feed. They graciously invited us in! 


That backstory was a prelude to this. It feels like a reward for confessing I'd fibbed. You see, while JC was parking, and after 'd learned my appointment wasn't until tomorrow, I told the greeter not to tell him I'd gotten the date wrong. When he came in, I said, "I have to come back tomorrow. The doctor's not in. He had an emergency. Let's go." The greeter laughed and laughed and laughed. Until I grudgingly told the truth. That self-righteous grin of his is what tempts me to fib lie. 


Such a mail box, huh? JC is always mortified when I stop to take pictures like this. He doesn't understand that because I cannot share real moments with you does not mean I cannot share images. I wish our neighborhood boxes were this lovely. I wonder who has box 13.

7 comments:

  1. Oh my box 13 huh ? unlucky in love or unlucky in mail ? you know that is what you were thinking admit it LOL ....I love that mailbox but you could not get a pkg in it , no you could not . I hope you liked my zentangle post . take care my friend and may the Good Lord watch over you and yours .

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    1. Miss Cleo passed on today. Remember her? I wonder if she saw it coming? It's a good thing you aren't a mind reader! LOL. You're funny. No, I just wondered if they believe in bad luck is all. Surely the baker's dozen makes a body think 13 is a lucky number. :)

      Yes, I liked your lion but the timer went off and I didn't have time to comment. That can be remedied. :) Have you seen the commercial where the toddler cries when she sees the family dog? The dad orders a lion's mane as a remedy, and all is well? It's so sweet.

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    2. yes , yes I have it is too cute it makes me cry did you ever see that commercial with the lil boy and the girl is crying on the school bus and he tells her that all boys aren't bad ? I want to jump through the tv screen and hug him so hard . it is from Kleenex you might want to look at it on you tube if you have not seen it and yes LOL on the cleo part you are so bad , LOL wonder if she saw it coming ....LOL Okay I'm in stitches now .

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  2. This post made me laugh a lot. I CANNOT be late. My husband, on the other hand, is always late. My students even know that the best way to make me mad is to be late for something. Many tell me that they give their parents a different call time so they will actually be on time. It's encouraging to know that others deal with the same time issue. lol

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    1. My parents instilled the habit of being on time back when I was young. I broke up with a great guy because he was late for everything. How does being early but having to wait over an hour? It's insulting when a doctor threatens a patient with late fees, yet they're often late themselves. Everyone's time is important and being on time is simply good manners. The thing that gets my goat is JC is never late for his appointments! LOL.

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  3. :) Love the mailbox! Poor JC-- he must have felt awful, even if for a short time!

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    1. I have a thing for mail boxes, fire hydrants and two or three other secret things, so I'm grinning because you like the mail box too. :D Poor JC my foot! Men don't listen well. He swears I gave him wrong times for both appointments. I did not. Now, about the date thing? I am so uptight about not missing appointments . . . Well, it's not the first time I've been a day early or a day late. LOL! We sync our calendars and still get things wrong.

      Poor JC? He felt awful? Ha! He laughs at me-with me-about me. He's never late for HIS appointments. If he were, the receptionists would just grin and apologize. :D

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