True Story Tuesday

It's Tuesday AGAIN... what is UP with this day? It keeps on coming around every, oh, 6 or 8 days or so, and my poor, dried up raisin of a brain cannot remember one, single, solitary funny or humiliating or even basically pleasantly humorous thing that has happened in the course of FORTY-NINE years. Which, in and of itself, just might be a true story. Hey.. I can end right here! or not.
Anyway, it's time again (AGAIN, I say...) for True Story Tuesday, Rachel's fun fest of all things that might bring a laugh. I can promise that if you go there, you WILL get some great giggles, and the other posters are pretty darn funny, too. Me? Not so much, but just humor me. (I think, maybe, that the sinus meds have melded with the one hour of sleep that I managed to get last night and morphed me into Mrs. Grumpy; it's a sad sight, and I'm so very glad that I do not have a webcam).
Today's story is from my past; an upcoming dentist appointment on the calendar brought back a truly funny memory (thank you, faithful calendar..). From childhood through college, my family went to a dentist who was a member of our church. He was somewhat rotund and quite jolly (and maybe.. just maybe I've discovered what Santa does in his off time!). Dr. Jim loved nothing more than a good joke, and he loved it even more if it was a practical joke that he could pull on some unsuspecting victim.
I was on break from college and went to get my teeth cleaned; as I sat in the waiting room, they called back an older lady for a filling, something I didn't know til a little later. She was one of those dignified women who didn't have a single pair of pants in their wardrobe; she came to the dentist wearing a pastel suit with a tailored blouse, matching Aigner shoes and bag, perfectly coiffed hair, and tasteful makeup. She had that sweet, Southern drawl that sounded like she was talking around a mouthful of honey, and she could talk the ears off a cornfield. Except that, when you're at the dentist, THEY get to do all of the talking, which I know must have just KILLED her soul. Anyway, I got called back for my cleaning, and over the conversation from the dental tech (seriously, I think there must be a class in dental tech school on how to attempt to have a two-way conversation with someone while you're working on them without having a finger bitten off), I could hear Dr. Jim in the other room with the sweet older lady. He was talking, and laughing, and telling jokes, and she, bless her heart, was trying her best to hold up her end, even with a mouthful of cotton and fingers and drill. (see.. I heard the drill.. THAT'S how I knew she was getting a filling... score one for Scooby Pam, or Pammy Doo, or whatever). The tech finished my cleaning, and before Dr. Jim came in to check out my teeth, I needed to take a potty break. As I came out of the room into the hall, Dr. Jim was escorting Sweet Older Lady out of her room. I took one look and then saw Dr. Jim behind her, putting a finger to his lip and mouthing "ssssshhh". So I faked a sneeze to cover my laugh and didn't make eye contact with S.O.L. She probably thought I was one of those rude young things who'd never been taught her manners. But, she soon forgot all about me, I can assure you. I came out of the bathroom just in time to hear her screech, and then she came charging full-steam from the reception area into the office, leaving her dignity behind. Dr. Jim was doubled up laughing, and I do think that she ended up with a smile on her face, too. Her MUSTACHED face, I should add. See, while her upper lip was numbed, as Dr. Jim worked on her filling, he also managed to draw a very nice black mustache on her face. I'm quite sure that he was hoping she'd go into a store or some other public place, but S.O.L. wasn't about to go ANYWHERE without checking her lipstick. So, when she got in her car, she pulled down the visor to look in the mirror and discovered the good doctor's bad deed. From that day forth, I have NEVER left a dentist's office without first looking in a mirror! And that, my friends, is a true story.