The Wash Cloth - Jamaica Talk

paz · #1 (**permalink**) 05-25-2004, 10:53 AM

THE WASH CLOTH
I was due later in the week for an appointment with the
gynecologist. Early one morning, I received a call from the
doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that
morning at 9:30am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and
school and it was already around
8:45am.

The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any
time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra
effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't
! going to be able to make the full effort.

So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that
was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that
area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth
in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and
raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called
in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the
table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that
I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away. I was a
little surprised when the doctor said,

"My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"

I didn't respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The
rest of the day was normal... some shopping, ! cleaning, cooking, etc.
After school when my six year old daughter was playing, she called
out from the bathroom,

"Mommy, where's my washcloth?"

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied,

"No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter
and
sparkles in it."