Yes it’s true, my dentist thinks I’m a lesbian, and I do nothing to correct them. In fact, I think A and I encourage it. So here’s the story…
A doesn’t drive, and as a result has taken to coming to the dentist with me. We make appointments together. Oh, the dentist is an hour away. I started going there because I am a crazy, paranoid, horrible patient who needs drugs for a simple filling. Anyway, last November A and I went to the dentist. We were about 10 minutes late. They said that they had cancelled A’s appointment because we were late. She went off on them, and rightfully so. Saying things like, “You keep us waiting every time we come”, and “This is ridiculous”. I then offered to cancel mine and go shopping (mind you, I hate shopping too). They then said that it would be a $75 charge for canceling without 48 hours notice. A was livid! She then said that I should stay and stick with the appointment.
Finally all was resolved, I would keep my appointment and they would try to squeeze her in. They indeed called me back, and the first thing they do when you sit in a chair is to schedule your next appointment. Here was the first sign, that I missed:
The assistant asked, “So you two (meaning A) [slight hesitation] are together?”
Me: (completely clueless) Yeah (totally thinking that she was thinking that we came in together. I am a dolt).
The assistant: Oh, okay. How is ______ for your next appointment?
Me: That’s fine.
The assistant: Would you like to schedule A’s appointment too?
Me: No, I’m not sure what she wants (knowing that A is fuming about their treatment of us). She can schedule her own.
And the appointment goes on. I did find it odd that they never asked me to fill out a postcard as a reminder. However, the assistant did ask A to fill out the post card with BOTH our names on it. She found it odd, but went with it. Oh yeah, they squeezed her in.
When we left, we discussed (in the car) what transpired in the office. That’s when we realized that the Dentist thinks that we are a couple! We laughed for about 5 minutes. It’s now a running joke. And here’s the best par? A takes the ‘dominate or masculine’ role. This is funny because A is the most petite person you will ever meet. Everyone would assume, if we were a couple, that I was the ‘dominate or masculine’ one. I take that back, the whole damn thing is funny!
And we went back last week. A was kind enough to schedule an appointment for both of us. Yeah, we do nothing to correct their misconceptions. And come to think of it, they never asked me to fill out the stupid postcard again. I wonder if A filled it out for us? lmao!