Numbers Are Hard, Yo
Let me tell you the tale of my doctor’s appointment.
At 10:45 am, I arrived at my doctor’s office for my annual checkup, ‘cause you know, I’m all proactive about my healthcare.
I went up to the desk and this happened.
Me: Bronwyn Green. I’ve got an eleven o’clock with Kristie.
Receptionist: *squints at screen and tilts head* Hmmm…I’m not seeing you. Birth date?
Me: June 3rd.
Receptionist: Are you sure it was at 11?
Me: Yep. See? *holds out appointment card*
Receptionist: *reads card* 11 o’clock on the 6th of February.
Me: Yeah-huh. I don’t know why I’m not in the computer.
Receptionist: Honey…it’s the 4th today. It’s Monday. The 6th is on Wednesday.
Me: So what you’re saying is that I don’t understand how calendars work.
Receptionist: *nods apologetically* Do you want me to see if we can squeeze you in today.
Me: Well, I did get all pretty to come down here.
Receptionist: *tilts her head and looks questioningly at me and rightfully so since I was a windblown mess*
Me: I shaved.
Receptionist: Oh. Right! *looks at computer screen* Why don’t we get you in with Natasha, then?
Doctor: *enters room, shakes my hand* Hey. I heard you shaved.
Tonight while we were eating supper, we got a call. I let the answering machine get it. It was a reminder to arrive 15 minutes early for my doctor’s appointment. At 11 am. On Wednesday. The 6th.
Matt: You got there 48 hours and 15 minutes early…overachiever.