To tell, or not to tell...

Saturday, September 1, 2012

THAT is the question. You know, I don't know why this stuff always seems to happen to me, but it does. *heavy sigh* I lost one of my main doctors (a specialist) who retired unexpectedly - and those of us who are medical disaster areas need to keep them handy - so I went to see a new one for the first time Wednesday. Having never met the man before, do you think the first thing I wanted to notice when he walked in the room was that his fly was gaped wide open? (and before you think my eyeballs were out of line, you should know that I was sitting in a regular chair in the opposite corner which put me at eye level when the door opened and... ACK!!! ). Mortified, I struggled to maintain focus elsewhere, somewhere. Anywhere but THERE
He probably thought I had defective social skills or maybe a optical issue, since my eyeballs were skipping all around the room at regular intervals as I hoped - rather frantically - that he would suddenly become cognizant of a major updraft in his undershorts or at least LOOK DOWN MAN. I attempted some mental telepathy: XYZ-XYZ-XYZ Please?? (while subconsciously singing: ZIP-itty Do-Da Zippitty-A, My-oh-my it's an embarrassing day....) About halfway through the appointment, I leaned forward to put my shoe back on (they check your feet) and heard a soft "zzzzzzzzt". Finally! Thank you. How about it? Could you have said something to a stranger? My mother, by the way, found it hysterically funny when I related it to her afterward. Thanks Ma - always happy to entertain ;o)
DH and I have a long-standing battle over his boy toys and MY tools; the man has no respect for things labeled "Mom's - U No Touchee". I have taken to squirreling away drill bits, screw drivers and other such things in self defense; as DH repeatedly misplaces his and commandeers mine (and then he'll either lose it or break it). But my hand-dandy drill that was totally hands off? Oh no you didn't. *snarl* A few years ago, the man not only took my drill, he broke one of the three little metal thingies (sorry, but no parts terminology beyond keyless chuck here) that holds the bit securely and then gave it back. Excuse me? I just don't think so buster. Although he mumbled an apology and promised to buy me another, he never did do it (and I forgot all about it - until I started working on the feed room, that is).
Do you know how hard it is to drive a screw with a bit that makes a small, wonky circular motion? The screws and I were both getting dizzy. I got very little done last weekend, as what I did had to be done the old fashioned way: by swearing at a screwdriver. So NOT happening - lotta sweat for little progress - and I wound up quitting in disgust :oP Well. Hades hath no fury like a woman with a busted power tool, so I waged a campaign to harass, harangue and generally have at DH until the man opted to keep his word (just to get some peace, if nothing else). Ha. Took a solid week - the man is rock stubborn - but on Friday I came home to find a spiffy new drill on my seat. Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha (and chalk one up for DIY Moms everywhere! ;o) Hopefully, by next week's post I'll have gotten a lot more work done and have some more pictures for you...that's the plan, anyway.
Speaking of work, I'd best get to it hadn't I? Have a blessed week everyone, and I'll leave you with a short slideshow of some "flutterby" photos I took yesterday afternoon in my front flowerbed. This is a Spicebush Swallowtail Butterfly - I love that his blue is the same vivid shade of periwinkle as my Plumbago. His wings never stopped moving, so the photos are not quite as crisp as I would like but he's still gorgeous!

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  1. OMG.... I wouldn't have known what to say/do either! It's bad enough when Mr. Dreamy walks into a public place with me and I notice he's been a bit lazy.... and so often we're in a situation where I can't say a darn thing... I try the eyeballs, look up, look down, pucker my brows - he doesn't read eyes very well!

  2. Dreaming: It was pretty darn awful, I'll admit. *rolls eyes* I only wish it was a one time thing (although I really don't think he knew I knew; maybe... ;o)

  3. Tell a complete stranger that his fly is down? Nope couldn't do it. Why is though that the more you try not to look the more you are drawn to it?
    Good job on getting that drill replaced

  4. You are SO right girl! Ha,ha.
    Thanks - Timmy Tightwad was really cranky for the rest of the day Friday (and all day Saturday too).
    Seriously. How awful it must be to be saddled with a wife who expects her husband to keep his word. *shakes head sadly* What IS this world coming to?
    Hee ;o)

  5. Hmm, don't know what I would have done in the drs. office. Sometimes it's hard to know where to look in a situation like that. Probably, wouldn't have said anything either.

    Glad you got your new well-deserved, promised to you drill. Now there's no stopping the progress.

  6. Maybe he didn't realise the zipper had slipped...

    Many years ago I walked into my office and one of my colleagues said 'do you realise two buttons are gaping in your blouse?' Yep, lucky I wear sensible bras or it would have been very embarrassing, but I had no idea I was giving the world a free show. Then suddenly I thought of the workmen I had just been talking to about quotes for earth moving, and then of the meeting with my boss where he had seemed a bit strange. Uh-oh. Went back and asked 'um, were the buttons on my blouse undone when I was talking to you earlier?" ''Um, yeah...' 'Why didn't you tell me about it?" "I thought you'd be embarrassed." "You think it was less embarrassing flashing the contractors?' :) I reckon tell people kindly.

    Love the drill story.

  7. GreyHorse: Maybe if it had been my second office visit...
    Oh, if only! Sadly, DH still has some of his end of things to do (but at least I can put a big old dent in the feed room :oD

    Clancy: Normally, I would discreetly say something; even if it was someone I didn't know very well. I guess it was the combination of a new doctor/new office and maybe even the fact that I was having issues with dizziness. For the life of me I just could not come up with anything to say about it that morning. We're talking zilch, nada, nothing. *sigh* So sad.

  8. Hahaha - oh you always make me laugh! Nope, I don't think I could have said anything either!

    Changing doctors is never fun. I hope this one works out for you!

    xo Catherine

  9. Catherine: Always happy to bring a smile, don'tcha know.

    Time will tell, I suppose. He talked a blue streak and seemed to have an ADD auditory canal when it came to listening - kept interrupting, then haring off in the wrong direction. Most annoying. *scowl* I'm holding out hope that he'll make a better second impression on my next visit since he's the only "game" in town. (can you say stupidly optimistic? ;o)

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