Sometimes things happen, and I want to tell people about them, but I fear no one will believe me. Then I read stories like this one: http://jalopnik.com/5889727/this-man-rear+ended-another-car-with-a-sex-toy-in-his-ass and I realize that there is so very much crazy in the world, my stories are probably not that shocking to anyone who's paying attention.
My poor beleaguered receptionist just doesn't seem to have learned her lesson. Despite years of experience suggesting she not do this, she continues to ask people "so, what's new?" or "how's everything going for you?" or some such, when they are in our waiting room. A couple of weeks ago, she asked one particular woman this question, and was unprepared for what she subsequently learned. It went down like this:
Receptionist: So, how's everything going for you?
Client: Well, you know, it's been hard since Rusty died.
Receptionist: I do know. I'm so sorry.
Client: The thing is, Cooper only ever peed when Rusty did. Rusty was housebroken, so Cooper was too. But now that Rusty's dead, Cooper doesn't know he's supposed to pee outside. So I have to teach him.
Receptionist: What do you mean?
Client: Well, I've had to start peeing outside so Cooper knows he's supposed to pee outside.
Client: It was ok during that unseasonably warm week but it's been kind of cold the past few days.
Client: How long do you think it will take him to figure it out? I need to have some landscaping done but I don't really want to be peeing outside in front of the work crew.
Receptionist: I think you should bring this up with Dr. VBB - that's above my pay scale, really.