Bad Hair Day
So here Steve and I were riding down the elevator on the way to another surgery. I was wearing my “New To Me” wig to see just how it felt when Steve explained to a 70+ year old women what all my excitement was about. After leaving the elevator Steve and I had fallen a good ten paces behind her as I explained about a friend who had been given a wig that was obviously an “Old Lady Wig, with all the curls and cut one might have.” Just upon opening my mouth and inserting foot, I then realized that she was in earshot of my careless comment. Oops, I started to laugh out of embarrassment. If it wasn’t bad enough Steve leans over and informs me, “Don’t worry, she probably can’t hear you any way.” Once again I enter the lobby of the hospital laughing in hysterics. We saw her a few minutes later and I could have sworn she scowled at me in passing.