Approximately two and a half years ago, in the midst of my mysterious medical journey, my Mumma and I shared what she has often referred to as ‘one of the greatest days of her life’; a statement which believe it or not, I just happen to wholeheartedly agree with.
Sitting there in the waiting room of what was to be yet another almost impossible to pronounce specialist, patiently watching the clock tick by, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Doctors were running late, the receptionist was busily answering phone calls and the room filled with patients was, like always, as quiet as a mouse. Really, it was shaping up to be yet another typically uneventful day. Until of course, the very moment that changed everything.
Honestly, I couldn’t tell you what sparked us to turn and look out the window at the exact moment we did that day, but I do know that it is now something I thank my lucky stars for, almost every day.
There he was, just casually walking by, without a single care in the world. At least eighty years old, with a smile bigger than that of a child at Christmas. Shirt buttoned, shoes tightened, socks pulled up and just one little thing missing; his pants.
Now, while he didn’t seem to notice or even overly care for that matter, his lovely little old wife who had been frantically chasing behind him for quite some time, appeared to feel differently about the situation. Needless to say, the clinic was no longer as quiet as a mouse; seconds later, an uncontrollable laughter had filled the room. The only problem was, the laughter appeared to be entirely one sided.
Apparently, Mumma and I were the only ones lucky enough to have seen the spontaneous performance and while we were far too amused to think twice about those around us, the ‘not so lovely’ receptionist seemed to have that side of things covered for us.
There we were, two fully grown women, sent for a time out in the naughty corner. A naughty corner in which we of course continued to laugh uncontrollably about the sight we had just seen, because let’s be honest, it’s not every day that you see a man wandering around in sneakers and socks, without pants. At the very least, we would be laughing until our eyes watered, our bellies hurt and we were no longer able to breathe, regardless of which corner we may or may not have been placed in.