So, yesterday I made the smooth move of dropping a glass in the sink while washing it and it cutting my finger. A trip to the E.R. resulted in three stitches, a giant bandage, a tetanus update, and an antibiotic shot in each butt cheek. Of course, this happened to the middle finger of my dominant hand. Today at work, I had several clients ask what had happened. In fact, every client I came in contact with asked what happened, except one - apparently a large, neon pink bandage covering 3/4 of my finger is easy to miss. When she finally did notice, this was the conversation that happened:
Me: This is your copy of the receipt, here's your card back, and I just need this copy signed. *reaches for pen in pocket, keeping my bandaged finger out*
Client: Are...Are you giving me the finger? *horrified*
Me: No, not at all ma'am. I had stitches put in my finger last night, and it's very painful.
Client: I want to see your manager, young lady. THAT is unacceptable behavior.
I simply agree and grab Dr. Husband - any doctors mentioned will be given nicknames, and as our practice is owned by a married couple our male doctor will be referred to as Dr. Husband - to let him know what's going on. He kindly explains to the client that I do, in fact, have an injured finger. The client continues to insist that I was subtley flipping her the bird until we actually unwrap my finger and show her the stitches in it.
Dr. Husband: See? She wasn't trying to be rude, ma'am, just trying to keep from aggravating her injury.
Client: That is DISGUSTING! You shouldn't show that kind of thing to people! *signs receipt and storms out with her pet*
Dr. Husband: *dumbfounded*
Me: ...Can, can we put my bandage back on?
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