On the way home from work today, I stopped at the doctor’s office to get a copy of all my charges/payments that have been incurred in 2012. Collecting all necessary documentation for reimbursement by the insurance company is sometimes such a hassle. I’m sure I probably picked up a million germs while breathing the air in the waiting room.
I think today’s visit was the first time I have been in the building without being sick or with someone else who was sick. Of course, I’m still praying that my body isn’t incubating Alyssa’s germs. I’m convinced that children are germ factories no matter what their age.
Since I wasn’t sick and only needed a couple copies, the very sweet receptionist directed me to a chair at the other counter to be waited on by the male receptionist. It was the perfect spot to do what I love to do…watch people.
Trying not to touch anything (because I could see with my x-ray eyes that all the germs were trying to leap from the counter onto my body), I rested my hands on top of my purse. Patiently waiting for my turn, I watched the male receptionist (let’s just call him John) check in a man who had a hurt pinkie toe.
When it was my turn, John greeted me and proceeded to pull up my billing information on the computer.
“I might have to try this a couple times in order to get the view you want on the statement,” John said.
John looked at me for longer than the normal glance and then looked back at the computer screen.
“January 17, 1963,” John said quietly. “I don’t want to sound racist, but most Caucasians look much older than you by the time they reach your age.”
I almost laughed out loud! John was a semi-dark black man with graying hair, but no wrinkles.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be 50 years old on my next birthday!” I whispered. “You know, the wrinkles are right under my skin and I feel them on the verge of popping through at any moment.”
John started laughing.
“For the most part, I haven’t done things that cause wrinkles. I don’t drink alcohol, smoke, do drugs and obviously, I can’t tan,” I said with a big smile on my face.
“It’s working,” John said while flashing me a big smile, then he handed me my billing statement and payment copies.
I thanked him and after wishing John a great evening, I stood up and walked past all the people in the waiting room. I pushed the door open with my elbow (because the door handle was definitely teeming with germy critters) feeling quite happy that the wrinkles and germs are still being held at bay.
It was definitely a good day.