My son had an appointment with an orthopedist the other day. I told him that I would have to pick him up after school instead of him taking the bus, as he usually does, in order to make it to the doctor’s office.
When I got to his school I looked around, didn’t see him and figured what happened — he forgot and took the bus. So I got back in the car, and knowing we wouldn’t make the appointment called information to get the doctor’s number.
The operator connected me: “Dr. Bassett’s office.”
“Yes, I need to cancel an appointment for my son, he has an appointment at 3:15pm and we’re not going to make it.”
Pause.
“Are you sure you have the right Dr. Bassett?”
“Well, this is the number information gave me.”
“This Dr. Bassett is a forensic physician.”
Oops. I was so embarrassed I hung up.
