So, the other day, I'm in an okay mood. It had been a really long day, and I was exhausted. I needed to get a prescription, so off to Urgent Care I went. (I'm a frequent patient at my regular doctors office for this exact reason. You'd think I would be on some sort of national list or something. Hmm. I’ll have to ask about that next time.) I went after work, so I got there about 6:25p. While I was checking in, the
girl woman that was helping me, looked very familiar to me. I looked at her nametag in hopes of getting some sort of clue as to whom this person was and why she was so familiar, but no. Jennifer. It’s just too common. So, I kept my mouth shut and handed her my medical card. She did whatever she needed to do with it, and as she handed it back, she said, “I know you from somewhere. Where do I know you from? How do I know you? Do you remember me? I keep looking at you trying to figure it out, but it’s not coming to me. Darn it. Where do I know you from?”
Whew! She said ALL THAT in a matter of 2.5 seconds. I was already exhausted from a long day/week, and since I wasn’t about to keep up with her fast thinking and rapid speech, I again, kept my mouth shut. I politely said, “I don’t know. Could be from anywhere. I’ve lived in this town for 21 years so there are plenty of places we could have met. Perhaps SHS?” Immediately she said, “YES! That’s it! Has to be. I only went there for one year, but I’m certain that’s where I know you from.” I smiled as I thought back to my high school days, then quickly frowned. They weren’t my favorite four years. In fact, I think it’s safe to say I enjoyed living in Texas those four years much more than I enjoyed my four years of high school.
I walked away, went and sat down in one of those uncomfortable waiting room chairs that are so disgusting and full of other people’s gross germs, and picked up my phone. Sigh. No service. Boo. I waited and waited to be called into the room. I saw people before and after me, go in AND come out. wtf? Why wasn’t I being called? Mine was simple. I already knew what the prescription was I needed. No lab work was necessary (although they always waste the time/money by doing it).
All-0f-a-sudden, I hear her voice, echoing through the empty halls and the waiting room, as she says, “SHS choir! That’s where I know you from! Oh my gosh. Remember those horrible dresses?”
Now everyone in the waiting room was staring. My face was about 3 different shades of red, and all I wanted to tell this girl was to shut up. I wasn’t interested in taking a stroll down memory lane, but she was going to drag me down those dark allies, kicking and screaming, no matter how much I tried to avoid it.
I finally got called in to see the doc, but not a moment too soon. I was so afraid she was going to open up another door to my past that I had sealed shut. Whew.