A radio station routinely paid money for people to tell
their most
embarrassing stories. Here was one of the winners:
I was due later that week for an appointment with the
gynecologists when early one morning I received a call from his office:
I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30am. I had just
packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 already.
The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn't have
any time to spare. As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little
extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I
wasn't going to be able to make the full effort.
So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet
the washcloth and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front
of the sink, taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable.
I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes,
hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting
room only a few minutes when he called me in.
Knowing the procedure, as I am sure all women do, I
hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room
and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles
away from there. I was a little surprised when he said: "My...we
have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?,"
but I didn't respond. The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief
and went home.
The rest of the day went normal, some shopping, cleaning
and the evening meal, etc. At 8:30 that evening my 14 year old daughter
was getting ready for a school dance, when she called down from the
bathroom, "Mom - where's my washcloth?" I called back for
her to get another one from the cabinet.
She called back, "No - I need the one that was
here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."