There is no pleasing some people…
I always get a little nervous about going to see my Doctor.
I feel as if the appointment can only go one of two ways.
1. He’ll tell me he needs to prod/inject/chop off a body part/my whole body/my face.
So, this happened the other day.
The last time I popped in for a beverage at my local coffee shop, things got a little awkward.
The nice chap behind the counter passed over my drink with a cheery smile, “there you go” he said, and my reply? It was somewhere between “ooh that’s wonderful” and “you’re welcome” (??).
“You’re wonderful” blurted out of my mouth before I knew what was happening.
I don’t know who was more confused/embarrassed, me or the poor guy I was now harassing.
So, of course, I did what any sensible person would do in this situation – gave him the strangest-surprised-shocked look that I could muster, and shuffled out of the shop red as a tomato.
Still… it was a nice coffee.