My doctor's office has moved since my last appointment. The swanky new professional building is huge. I arrived early to check in, and asked the receptionist for direction. She told me that the young volunteer seated next to me would escort me to the doctor's office.
The volunteer appeared to be 15 or 16 years old, very pale, with maybe a permanently confused facial expression. I tried to make small talk on our journey, but she wasn't having it.
After navigating a maze of corridors, we took the elevator. I smiled awkwardly, but this volunteer child of the corn, just stared as if to say "You're really kinda creepy, aren't you?"
The elevator doors opened and she stepped out, turning in silence to see if I was following. Again, I offered my "I don't know what the heck is going on," smile. She looked away at the wall. We walked down a long corridor and then she spoke, and pointed at a door. I thanked her, and she quickly walked away without responding.
I reached for the door handle and walked into the room. This wasn't my doctor's office but, rather an employee lounge of some sort. I apologized and I backed out of the room. As I turned from the door, I noticed a reception area. I walked across the hall, and up to the woman sitting there, and confessed that I was lost. She and the woman next to her chuckled as she told me "I would assume so, this is an OB-GYN practice."
Apparently, my doctor's office is at 3-M and not 2-M.
Kids these days...
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