CorsairMac
04-05-2006, 07:17 AM
This is NOT my story - this was received via email from a friend of mine but I knew I had to share it with all my women friends!!
>I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early
>one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me there
>was a cancellation and the 9:30 am appointment was available. I took it. 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
>pajamas, wet the washcloth 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 washcloth 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 such glamorous 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, etc. After school when
>my six year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom,
>"Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the
>cupboard. She replied, "No!!!" (Now wait for it... this is too funny not to
>be true!) She yelled, "I need the one that was here by the sink, it had
>all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
>I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early
>one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me there
>was a cancellation and the 9:30 am appointment was available. I took it. 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
>pajamas, wet the washcloth 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 washcloth 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 such glamorous 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, etc. After school when
>my six year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom,
>"Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the
>cupboard. She replied, "No!!!" (Now wait for it... this is too funny not to
>be true!) She yelled, "I need the one that was here by the sink, it had
>all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."