One of the things I love about my job is our patients… some of them anyway. I’ve gotten plenty of compliments in the three years I’ve worked here, 99% of which came from elderly gentlemen. Which is fine because they are adorable and know how to flirt in a non bucket of sketch kind of way, like a real class act.
Today I not only got free food from a cute drug rep, which a food ho like myself couldn’t possibly turn down regardless of his physical appearance, but I got something to look at and the noms. It’s my lucky day! I also had a conversation with an elderly gentleman at check out that went something like this.
Patient: got any kids in school?
Me: nope. No kids for me.
Patient: *with a flabbergasted look* WHAT?! What are those guys out there doing with their lives? And a lovely young lady like yourself!
Me: I don’t know, I must just be too hard to handle.
Patient: I don’t believe that for a second. Kids these days… ahhhwell, it’s not a bad thing. One day you’ll look across the way and think ‘oh my god. That’s him!’
Me: maybe one day.
Patient: or not. Sometimes it’s like a plant, needs a little nurturing.
It’s days like these that I start to think a sugar daddy might not be a terrible idea…
Then there was that one time that a patient was checking out and he looked at me and said, ‘you look like a Barbie doll!’ To which I replied with a confused, ‘thank you?’.
I’ve only been asked out to dinner once, by a younger gentleman who was entirely too sketchy about all of it the day of his visit and then called me back two days later to ask again. I kindly declined his offer.
I have had someone bring me a $25 visa gift card. He was going to buy me lunch from the deli downstairs but changed his appointment to a morning one so he brought me a gift card instead and told me to go buy myself some lunch. I bought lunch for the office because I wasn’t really sure if I was supposed to accept it or not but figured if I shared how could Dr Boss Lady say no.
So my morning has gone quite well so far…