My wife came home from a dental appointment yesterday, wreathed in smiles and ill concealed glee.
“What’s the story”, I said, “did they give you a freebie?”
“Better than that”, she replied, “I went to the two receptionists and said, Nicole Blank, 9.40 appointment.”
While one looked at her monitor, the other one said, “Your dad was in here last week Nicole.”
My wife said, “My dad? I doubt it, he lives in Whitstable, Kent, and his surname is Peters.”
The first receptionist said, “Mop of grey hair, his name was Jean-François Blank”
“Oh him, he needs a haircut, that’s my husband.”
She said that they were both apologetic, but she said to forget it, they’d made her day, mistaking her for my daughter!
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“What’s the story”, I said, “did they give you a freebie?”
“Better than that”, she replied, “I went to the two receptionists and said, Nicole Blank, 9.40 appointment.”
While one looked at her monitor, the other one said, “Your dad was in here last week Nicole.”
My wife said, “My dad? I doubt it, he lives in Whitstable, Kent, and his surname is Peters.”
The first receptionist said, “Mop of grey hair, his name was Jean-François Blank”
“Oh him, he needs a haircut, that’s my husband.”
She said that they were both apologetic, but she said to forget it, they’d made her day, mistaking her for my daughter!
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