My daughter, Maggie, age eight, had a long-standing appointment with the orthodontist (note to self: write faster!). But as the date neared, my wife, Lisa, realized she’d be unable to bring Maggie to the appointment.
So she called the receptionist.
Wife: “Hi, this is Lisa Preller. I’m calling in the hopes of changing my daughter’s appointment. It turns out I have a work conflict. I’m sorry, I know it’s been in the book for a while. My husband could still take her, but he’s not, you know, detail oriented and, um, I had just hoped that maybe if it wasn’t too much trouble . . .”
Receptionist: “Say no more, dearie. I have a husband, too. How’s next Tuesday work for you?”
Great story! Enough said 🙂