I try to only mention my daftness in my blog in case I upset anyone else (sorry Sisters 1 and 2, you’re always fair game) but there have been a couple of incidents in the last few days that I think deserve a mention…and I can be pretty sure these people aren’t identifiable…and can’t identify me :o)
I went to the doctors tonight. Nothing serious (well not unless one of the hundreds of pale children in the waiting room gave me their bug), but slightly surreal. I got called and directed to the Nurses treatment room…but there were two. Both with nurses, neither with patients.
‘Ah, you’re with me’ called one of them, so I followed her as she continued with ‘Mr and Mrs Jones isn’t it?’
Now I know I’m not as slim line as I was a few years ago, but I didn’t know the situation had got so dire that I could be mistaken for two people, one of them male… Happily, Mr and Mrs Jones turned up and the mistake was resolved quite quickly.
Then on Saturday I went to a stationer to buy some blank postcards. I couldn’t find any so I asked. The boy pointed me to a stand full of picturesque views of Bumpkinstown.
‘Um, they’re not blank…’ I started.
‘They are on the back’ he replied.
Isn’t that the default for postcards that you are buying new? I mean, I’ve never purchased a postcard that has already been written…
And then we had the New Word Lesson with Sister 2 when she asked if I could make a gift for her friends’ baby but didn’t know if she should wait until it was born.
Me: If you don’t know if it is a boy or a girl, I could make something generic.
Sister 2: What does ‘generic mean?
Me: In this case, something that would be suitable for a boy or a girl
Sister 2: Oh
Sister 2: So it means the same as ‘bisexual’ then?
She is 30.
So there you go, it’s not just me that can be a bit daft :o)