Silas had an appointment for his physical yesterday. This was an appointment made back in August, that's how far out they book.
The poor thing vomited twice on the way there and I actually considered calling and rescheduling his appointment. Upon further consideration, I realized how silly that would sound. "Hi, my kid's too sick to come to the doctor!". That and the fact that he would be close to six by the time they rescheduled his 5 year appointment.
When we arrive, there is a sign on the door that says because of the increased volume of sick children, expect a delay. Joy! Happiness! More time to stew in the crockpot of viruses that is the waiting room.
We were taken back rather quickly to my surprise. The nurse sends us to the exam room and joins us shortly. She flips through his chart and asks who I am. Um, I'm his mother. She didn't even try to hide her incredulous look! "Oh, you are? " You could just see the fifteen question marks at the end of that question. I affixed her with the laser beams of death and asked "why wouldn't I be?" She had the temerity to look at me and say (with her hand on her hip, no less!) "well, frankly, I thought you were his grandmother". Yes! She did! So I killed her with my bare hands and we left.
I didn't really have a problem with her thinking it (ok, yes, I did) but more with the attitude in which she said it. I am forty one years old, so biologically I could be his grandmother, but she could have at least had the decency to be mortified, apologetic, and offer his appointment free of charge because of her error. Instead she's all "well frankly..."
I was still schooling Miss Thang in the error of her ways when the pediatrician came in. The pediatrician who is the same age as me. The one whose daughter was born six months after Silas. The one who was infuriated that she had just been mistaken for her daughters grandmother and complained to me about it at our last visit. Yeah....her.
I have an idea that even if Miss Thang thinks it, she'll never say it again. Never piss off two old broads with eighty years between them.
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You should have beat her to the ground with your walker.
I second that motion. The audacity of young, younger, youngish people these days.
What a terrible thing to say to you! What a BOZO!
Hope the physical went ok.
How rude. And what a sign of the times....with people having kids so young, that she would think you were the gramma? Sad.
WTF? She needs to go on a (long) list of "People who should not work in customer service areas."
There is so much wrong with that woman, I don't even know where to start.
You said so much more here, but I'm still stuck back at my initial
SHE. DID. NOT.
Killing with bare hands is a great life skill.
Good grief - I can't believe she was dumb enough to say that. Serious condition of foot in mouth disease there.
Do not invoke the ire of the mother. Do not. It will haunt you.
Holy crap. That girl is a total tool with a need to be beaten. I can't believe she actually said it OUT LOUD to you! Beaten, I tell you, beaten.
I like to call that instant Karma.
that grandma comment was really uncalled for.
i'm sicilian.. do you want me to put a hit out on her for you?
I can't believe she had the nerve to just say that. Even if she was thinking it.
I chuckled at this one.
You may know that at the age of 54/51 me and my Mrs. are adopting a 4/6 year old brother/sister.
I get that all the time... although I don't look a day over 48. lol
I especially enjoy the school field trips. I look around at the other parents and think to myself, "These kids are soooo clueless." ;)
Good heavens. I'm glad you killed her. How old was SHE?
(and thanks for your kind words today, I do feel great!)
omg I am LAUGHING MY ASS OFF HERE! I had to go back and read the whole damn post again!! Nurse Ratchet my ass. I hope you KICKED HER ASS.
This is where it would have been cool if your son had vomited in the exam office. Who do you think is going to be stuck cleaning it up? Would serve her right...
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