I was at the dermatologist the other day talking about skin stuff. Not to be gross, but this detail is very important to the rest of this blog. We were talking about a cyst and I was telling her how hard its shell was. Now, the dermatologist was working on her computer as I was talking, much like my kids looking at their phones while I am talking, and no one ever seems to be listening to me. Just last night, I caught my son totally not listening to me because I said the word 'gutter', which, of course, reminded him of when his bus went in one the day he went on a field trip, and then he was thinking of what field trip it was, and that is how his brain was going as I was trying to relive an event that happened while we were in Colorado.
Ok, back to being in the dermatologist's office...I told her that the shell was so hard that a needle couldn't break through it, and I got no response from her. So I continued talking and then said, "so I had to use a knife, a kitchen knife, a butcher knife really." Still no response from her as she looked at her computer screen. Next, I said, "Actually, I used an axe to break through it." That did get her attention, as she very slowly turned her head my way and looked at me. I smiled and told her I was kidding. She said, "Oh, I thought I was on Candid Camera or something."
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