Yesterday

Receptionist on the phone: “Yes, can I help you?”
Me: “I need to make an appointment. I’m experiencing sensitivity on one of my teeth.”
Receptionist on the phone: “Your what?”
Me: “On one of my TEETH.”
Receptionist on the phone: “This is the GYN office!”
Me: “Oh.. uh.. um. . wrong number!”
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Today

Half asleep and with a headache, I get out of the 42nd Street F train station, look down at my watch and curse myself. How did I manage to arrive so early for my 9 a.m. appointment? I walk through Bryant Park up 41st and over to Madison Avenue. Not wanting to sit around up in the dreary dentist’s office waiting room I decide to wait on the street and people watch/daze out while my mind is still foggy, wondering if I can get coffee to wake up and if the dentist would mind if my breath was all .. uh. . coffee-ish.

I look down at my watch. 25 minutes til 9. Too early. Maybe if I can waste 10 minutes they can get me in a little early. I watch people. Pass time. Try not to look out of place. Look down at my watch. 25 minutes til 9. Oh MAN! It’s going to be one of those days. Those ones where you’re so impatient that time stands still. You think 10 minutes has passed and really it’s only 1. I get frustrated with myself. Beee patient…. I know you’re not but you can be if you try. Sigh. Ok. Ohh. There’s a cute business man going to his Madison Avenue office.. and how dare that woman go out in public in leggings with an ass like that!? Ok. it has to be about time to go up now. My head is throbbing. I look down at my watch. 25 minutes to 9. WTF!? I look down at my watch. 25 minutes to 9 and the second hand isn’t moving. THE SECOND HAND ISN’T MOVING. Suddenly my clouded mind clears. My watch is broken!! I rip open my purse and grab my cell phone. 8:58!??! I better get my butt up to the 10th floor or I’ll be late for my appointment!