Susie H
14-07-09, 03:48 PM
> The Facecloth
> >
> > This has to be read, laughed at and passed on. There
> > is not a woman alive
> > today who won't crack up over this!
> >
> > I was due for a smear with the doctor 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
> > pyjamas, wet the facecloth 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
> > facecloth 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 7 year old daughter was
> > playing, she called out from
> > the bathroom, 'Mummy, where's my facecloth?'
> >
> > 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 saved inside it.'
> >
> > NEVER going back to that doctor ever!!
> >
> > This has to be read, laughed at and passed on. There
> > is not a woman alive
> > today who won't crack up over this!
> >
> > I was due for a smear with the doctor 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
> > pyjamas, wet the facecloth 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
> > facecloth 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 7 year old daughter was
> > playing, she called out from
> > the bathroom, 'Mummy, where's my facecloth?'
> >
> > 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 saved inside it.'
> >
> > NEVER going back to that doctor ever!!