In Melbourne one of the radio stations pays money ($100-500) for
people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This morning's story
netted $300.
And the lady said:
"... I was due later that week for an appointment with the
gynecologist when early one morning I received a call from his office
that I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30am. I had
only just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around
8:45 already. The trip to his office usually took about thirty five
minutes so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do I'm
sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making
such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full
effort.
So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the wash cloth
and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front of the sink, taking
extra care to make sure that I was presentable. I threw the washcloth
in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and
raced to my appointment.
I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in.
Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you all do, I hopped up on the
table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was
in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from here. I was a
little surprised when he said, 'My... we have taken a little extra
effort this morning haven't we?' but I didn't respond.
The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The
rest of the day went as normal, some shopping, cleaning, the evening
meal, etc...
At 8:30 that evening my 18-year-old daughter was fixing to go to a
school dance when she called down from the bathroom, 'Mum where's my
washcloth?' I called back for her to get another from the cabinet.
She called back, 'No - I need the one that was here by the sink, it
had all my glitter and sparkles in it.'"
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