I had an appointment with an oral surgeon today, so of course, it wasn't a day I was looking forward to.
I filled out the paperwork, and then waited in the waiting room. Two women came in, well dressed, made up, gravely voiced, talking about a piece of jewelry and where they had gotten it.
I was quiet, because I was nervous, but I listened to them. One, in very high heeled boots, tottered over to the coffee pot, a keurig. "Jamaican Me Crazy? HA, everyone already knows I'm crazy. No Jamaican about it..." and they both laughed loudly.
The other said, "I need to use that restroom," and she tottered off in her heels as well.
People are interesting, aren't they?
The woman came back out, and the other one loudly asked, "Everything come out okay?" They both tittered as if the old joke was the cleverest thing that had ever been said.
I almost forgot to be nervous as I listened to these two gabbing loudly about shopping. I mean, it was like watching an episode of Real Housewives of Jamestown, NY.
Eventually, my name was called, and the fun was over. I got an estimate that made my eyes water. $3300 for one tooth!