Monday, December 11, 2006

Round One


The phone rang. I thought it might be the client to come see samples that I worked up last week. It wasn't. It was an irate Weeble.


"Where are you?"


As I'm about to make a sarcastic remark he continues. "I thought you were coming here today!" There's a note of panic in his voice. The OPD almost infects me, and I begin to feel the panic start to surge through my system. Did I forget about her appointment to the foot doctor? I'm sure it's tomorrow. Happily, I'm sitting in front of the computer, call up Outlook, and breathe a sigh of relief.


"No, Dad, I'll be there tomorrow. Her appointment is tomorrow. Tuesday. Today is Monday." I hear pages shuffling as he consults his appointment book.


"Oh, you're right. See you tomorrow."



3 comments:

Donna Alice said...

Gotta keep better track of YOUR days there, CJ! Think what excitement you might have missed--another thrilling trip to the FOOT DOCTOR. Just thinking about it my heart skips a beat. Just like Christmas, you hope it comes a day earlier!

Erica Vetsch said...

ROFLOL!!!! Beware the OPD! It is a contagion! Is there an innoculation to at least ward off the effects for as long as possible???

nutter said...

Ya know what would stink... If on some strange chance, some day they are RIGHT!

Just remember, you are a good daughter and setting a fine example for your own daughters. They, of course, will put you in a home! (They will watch your fine example!)

You're a good woman!

PS. I'm having issues with my own weeble, who can't figure out how to attach a file. He sent me an email in all caps. I reminded him that all caps meant shouting and there was no need for that. (he has a computer savvy son 10 minutes away, but NO hell hollers at ME!)