I took my daughter to get her braces this week.
[These awkward/embarrassing stories always start out so normally, don’t they?]
The appointment lasted for over an hour, and while I waited in the waiting room, I occasionally saw the nurse come and ask other moms if they would like to come back to see what was being done to their child.
So, when a nurse appeared almost an hour into the appointment, looked at me, and said, “Are you ready?” naturally I thought she meant “Are you ready for me to show you to your daughter?”. So I said I was ready and followed her back.
[Oh, Hindsight. How you mock me!]
Only she didn’t show me to my daughter at all. She showed me to an empty chair. And she said, “Have a seat. The doctor will be right here to get started on your braces.”
[See, this is the awkward part.]
And you know those moments when you find yourself at a crossroads? When you have to make a decision about which way to play a misstep? Like when someone you don’t recognize approaches you and starts chatting it up, and you must decide in that spit second to either A) pretend you remember them, or B) come clean and ask them to remind you who in the world they are.
So, I’m standing there thinking, “Well… actually my teeth have been shifting…”
[This here is another one of those moral dilemmas, for those playing along.]
But being the honest person I am, I shifted my weight a couple of times and stammered out that I wasn’t a patient, and I had only followed her because I thought she was taking me to my daughter.
That’s when I got the “now I have to walk all the way back to the waiting room” icy stare from the annoyed nurse, and I had to do the walk of shame back to my seat.
And that concludes the story of I almost accidentally got braces.