She stood by the counter, a brown grocery sack in hand. Without a word, she upended the brimming bag, used Kleenexes tumbling over the surface, some falling onto the ground.
“This,” she declared angrily, “is one day’s worth of tissues. I need help now!”
Eyes wide, mouth clamped shut, my front desk receptionist grabbed for the Lysol.
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I'm an internist of few words who spends privileged time every day with my patients. Often mundane, sometimes funny, frequently sad or frustrating, these are close encounters of the life-changing kind.
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Mauigirl has left a new comment on your post "Blow and Tell":
Needless to say, the title of this post will catch attention!
I hope you gave that woman some serious antihistamines or whatever she needed! (And your receptionist made good use of that Lysol!)
Hi MG: Believe me, she got all she needed and we were most liberal with the Lysol! My receptionist practically lives in a cloud of Lysol!
I can't believe anyone would do that. Seriously - in this day and age.
Good thing your receptionist had the lysol handy.
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