Saturday, July 8, 2017

You're Beautiful

I normally don't go to work on Saturdays unless I'm on call, but last week was a doozy so I needed to triage for Monday. And I'm glad I did - my barrage of diagnostics with beaucoup immunostains did not read the textbooks (well, two of them did. Out of like 10). So I ordered more stains, then checked in with the on call pathologist who is off next week - he is giving me an additional 8 cases to work up Monday. So Monday will be Hell.

I was walking into work, unshowered in yoga pants and a t-shirt and sandals, but I had on a fresh face. A white suburban was taking the path to the valet in the ED, a scene familiar to my route. I heard a man say, "Ma'am, I was rounding the corner and had to do a double take. Wow, you are beautiful!" I looked around to see who he was talking too, only to realize I was the only one there and it must be me. I turned to his vehicle to see a handsome honest face. I was floored.

"Thank you so much, how is your day?"

"Well, I'm not working, that's a good thing."

"I am going into work, but only for a couple of hours."

"Well at least it's not a full day for you. You are so striking, do you know that?"

"Um no. But you made my day. Thank you again hope you have a good one."

Later I was telling my closet organizer designer the story that had me grinning from ear to ear on the way out of the hospital, recalling the encounter.

"That would have made my year."

"Yeah, you are right. Definitely the week. Maybe the year. I compliment women all the time, but never men. Well, occasionally my partners if they dress up. Maybe I should do it more often. It sure feels good. Especially when there's no creep factor involved."

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