The vet was running a bit late, and when he called for us to go into the treatment room, he apologised for the delay.
Gesturing to the front desk he said seriously, "I'm so sorry. You see, our server died yesterday".
"Oh my god!" I said, "I'm so sorry how AWFUL!"
"Oh," he said, looking strangely at me, "Thank you."
"I mean, that's just terrible! God, was it sudden?! You seem so CALM?!"
He stared at me, confused.
"I mean the computer server died," he said, adding "You know, no Internet."
"Oh thank GOD! Ahahaha! Oh I thought you meant your receptionist had died! I thought you seemed a bit blasé! Haha!" I laughed shrilly, "What a RELIEF!!"
He looked slightly bemused but carried on like a true professional.
I did what I always do in awkward situations and chatted away to fill the silence. I think I managed to have him convinced I was a normal person until right at the end when they gave me my bill and I absent mindedly asked if I could have a receipt so that I could claim it at Medicare.
Bona fide crazy cat lady credentials right there people.
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| Look into my eyes, Human Infant. Give me all your catnip. I know it's hidden round here somewhere. Don't make me SCHMOOZE you. We both want what's best here... |
