I'd promised Jess that I would post this...

[beanside]

I think pretty much everyone knows that I work in a pediatrician's office. We get about 3 or four new babies a month. Once in a while, we'll get someone who just doesn't mesh with us.

We're pretty laid back of an office, I think, but our reputation is that we're thorough, and that we usually run within 5-10 minutes of our scheduled time, especially for check-ups.

We had a parent a few months ago who was a nightmare. Constantly late, missed an appointment for the baby's 2 week visit, called 3 hours later, etc. She transferred after the third appointment, thankfully. This left her with an outstanding bill from January to pay.

She stopped by the other day to pay it, and we were nice, we did the "I'm sorry it did work out here, blah, blah."

She informed us that she knew why it hadn't worked out. We just couldn't handle/weren't comfortable with having a child whose parents were lesbians!

I'll give you a moment to stop laughing.

...

So my boss snickers, and the mother gets her snit on, all "What?"

He looks at me and says "Do you want to, or shall I?"

I, being kind and generous say "Oh, go ahead, don't want to deprive you."

"Teresa's a lesbian. How long has it been since your handfasting? Four years?"

The look on her face was awesome.

I love my boss some days. Heee!

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[sleeping-dragon.livejournal.com]

Reminds me of the time my dad said, "I'm sorry for not shaking hands, I'm partially blind," to a friend of a friend. FoaF replied, "That's ok. I'm totally blind," and held out his hand. Oops. It was a little like college roommate's exposition on opera when asked if she had a favorite (he loved to ask my friends this, most went, "Er..." but A was a music major). He didn't use the partially blind thing again for a while, at least not for shaking hands, much like he never asked my friends about opera again. Hee.