The Washcloth
There is not a woman alive today who won’t crack up over this!

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.  Early this morning the office called and notified me I had been rescheduled for 9:30 AM this morning.  Had I received the message?  NO!  It’s 8:45 AM!
The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn’t have any time
to spare.  As most women do, 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 pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least 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 for only a few minutes when I was called in.

Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you do, I undressed, hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, ‘My, we have made an extra
effort this morning, haven’t we?’  I didn’t respond.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.

The rest of the day was normal …. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking.  After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, ‘Mommy, where’s my washcloth?’

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, ‘No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.’

Never going back to that doctor.  Ever.