For the benefit of the 2 of you reading this, I apologize for being blog delinquent as of late. It's been a joyous and harrowing week or so. I've been wrestling with a backlist catalog that eerily resembles The Blob, boogieing among killer waves, vanquishing evil bacteria and viruses, and much, much more.
The little ditty that follows is officially too much information, but I'm going to share it with you anyway because it's amusing and I have no class.
There was a phone message on my work machine this morning from my girl-doctor's office. I had gone for a tune-up a few weeks ago. They call you when something is wrong, so immediately my antennae go up. It was a familiar, deliberate voice with an Eastern European accent.
"Yes, hello, Erica. This is Marika from Dr. Krause's office. I just wanted to follow up with you about the tests you had done . . . "
I start to think fast. Test, test test . . . ok they tested me for chlamydia . . .
"and I wanted to let you know that it came up positive . . . "
Now that's a new one. The blood plummets to my feet.
"and I think this is what you and Dr. Krause were expecting . . . "
Oh, really? Speak for yourself!
"So give us a call at the office . . . "
I'm standing and leaning over hard, my elbows on the desk.
"Oh wait. I'm sorry. Your test is negative."
Now my head is on the desk.
"I'm so sorry. Well, give us a call if you like. Thank you, Erica."
click.
2 comments:
I think you need to call them back and ask them if they have Prince Albert in a can. - Dan
For a second, I thought I had Prince Albert in MY can.
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