This past Thursday, I took my dad to have a procedure that should fix his hearing in one ear. It was an outpatient thing at a private clinic, not a hospital, in Latham. Since he was going to be put under general anesthesia, someone needed to drive him and be there to pick him up. We pulled into the clinic, parked the car, and walked in the front door (or what appeared to be the front door). There was a group of women in the waiting room having some kind of meeting, the carpets were red and the walls were pink - it seemed kind of surprisingly warm and friendly to me. As we walked up to the front desk, one woman left the group and came to help us, mentioning that they were just finishing their morning staff meeting. She looked directly at me, and asked what she could do for us. I smiled, and pointed at my dad saying, "Oh, we're here for him," and Dad proceeded to tell her he was there for his 9am appointment. She looked at us kind of funny and went to find his file. As she walked away, I noticed a booklet on the counter discussing the pros and cons of breast reduction surgery, which I loudly pointed out to my father saying, "Look, I could really use THIS!" and we chuckled. After a moment or two, the receptionist asked Dad the name of his surgeon. When he answered, she smiled and told us we were in the wrong part of the building. It appeared we had accidentally wandered into the breast reduction and Botox clinic... the audiology center was around back. We smiled, thanked her, and got out of there as fast as humanly possible. Once we got back in the car, we both dissolved into absolute hysterics... and then my dad asked me if I had managed to grab a brochure.
Only *I* would bring my father to a breast reduction clinic... and only *my* father would ask me if I'd remembered to get a flyer.
