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I had to go to the doctor today and get my medications adjusted, as the past two months have pretty much felt like one, giant panic attack. As I was sitting in the waiting room, pretending that I was not seconds away from jumping out of my own skin, I was happily distracted by the woman across from me who suddenly asked, “Now, why are you taking off your clothes at the doctor’s office?’
I looked up, expecting to see a mother talking to a child, a situation which I could totally understand. As legend has it, as a toddler I myself was wont to throw off all my clothes at the slightest provocation, whenever I wanted to underscore a Very Important Point I was trying to make with my parents, such as, “Look at me!”, or, “Hey, I’m naked!”, or, “I would like some French Fries, please!’
However I was quite surprised to see that it was not a child, but rather a man in his 70’s or 80’s who was being asked about his sudden urge to unclothe. From what I could see he had entered the doctor’s office wearing anywhere from 7-10 shirts all at once, and was now delighting in deliberately removing them, one by one, and then folding them carefully and precisely into a pile on his lap.
That in itself was pretty funny, but the best part of the whole situation was the look of utter and absolute glee on this man’s face. It was as if he just couldn’t believe that he lived in a universe where he got to wear ten shirts at a time, and then remove them all in front of other people.
I couldn’t help but feel that this was a little gift for me from the Universe, just it’s way of saying, “Hey, don’t worry, we’ve got your back. You’re gonna be just fine.”
Either that, or the Universe really wants to see me naked.
That’s fun. A fun story.
Square Peg Guy says
That’s going to be me in 30 years. Or maybe 5. Depends.
Wow… that story and character belongs in a novel! How did he get like that? What does he like for lunch? How does he get ready for bed?