Some of you may remember our 19 year old DD was involved in a car accident back in August. The insurance company handling her auto accident claim decided she needed to see a doctor of their choosing. They scheduled it with a doctor we had never been to before. J-Man was home from school sick as usual, so he had to go with us. I mapquested the directions and found the office in an old house that looked like it had seen better days, like sometime in the last century. I double checked the address and unfortunately it was the right place. The parking lot and entry way was around the back of the house. Even though there were quite a few cars in the lot, the house was eerily quiet and we didn’t see anyone around. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was super creepy.
At the entryway there were stairs heading up and down. We headed downstairs and found ourselves at the beginning of a long and creepy hallway. There were lots of door on either side of the hallway with little lit up doorbells on the wall. I’m thinking to myself are they locked to keep people in or out? We finally came to the last doorway for her doctor. We opened the door into a little teeny office and met……
“The Receptionist”. I swear she came with the building and has been around since it was built. She didn’t exactly give off any friendly vibes either. Her office was also tiny and as she asked DD for her information I could hear her using a typewriter to manually type every word DD was saying. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. I mean who uses a typewriter? Hello, there’s a newfangled contraption called a computer! It was just surreal, type type type ding type type type type ding. I was waiting for her to try to contact someone using Morse code or maybe by Pony Express.
So after DD is called into the office, “The Receptionist” tells me it’s going to take about 2 hours. What???? 2 hours? You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m not staying in Spooky’s office for 2 hours. About this time I realize that the 2 Diet Pepsi’s I had for breakfast was causing me an urgent need to use the bathroom. Well, this is an office building I reasoned, there must be a public restroom. I asked Spooky where the restroom was and she told me I could use theirs. I went into the back office and she showed me this teeny, tiny, little, itsy, bitsy bathroom that had to have been built by elves to be used only by elves. Airplane bathrooms are luxurious compared to this thing. I’m not even kidding when I say I had to sit sideways to even use the toilet. If I sat facing forward, my knees would’ve been jammed up under my chin, kind of like when the Grinch gets stuck in the chimney, that would’ve been me in the bathroom.
When DD’s appointment was all done and we were out in the car I asked her the usual questions. Then I asked her if the doctor was old. “Oh, ya” she said. “He had a plaque on the wall commemorating his 50 years in medicine and it was dated 2003.”
Now we wait to hear from the insurance company. Spooky is probably still typing it up on her typewriter and it’ll take a while for the Pony Express guy to deliver it.