Betty Jean, Here I Come!

About a month ago I was sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office when I an elderly man walked up to the counter to sign in. The receptionist took his information, but after a minute of looking on her schedule she couldn’t find his name. She soon found it, but he was scheduled for the next day. The man was probably a little embarrassed, but I couldn’t really tell. (He threw the blame on his wife). I sat there and thought to myself, “That is definitely going to be me one day.”

Today I had my follow up visit to the same doctor. I went to sign in and the nurse couldn’t find my name. Who knew “one day” would come so soon.