Just Answer The Question

(Memoir Monday will return next week!)

I walked into the front office of my son's school the other day to sign him out for a doctor's appointment. While I was waiting for him the secretary asked me a few questions.

"Your son has a doctor's appointment?"

"Yes, he is going to see the allergist for shots."

"Hmm. He will miss the assembly."

"Yes," I said. He would also miss P.E. Big deal.

"Um, can I see your I.D.?"

Hey, the lady was just doing her job, but I really didn't have my I.D. with me. I planned on walking back to my house to change shoes and get something to eat before we went to the doctor's office.

"I didn't bring my purse, but I just live across the street and can get it."

"Do you really live across the street?" she asked.

"Well, not right across the street, but around the corner and down a few houses. It's no problem," I said, truthfully, even though it started to sound like a lie.

Finally my son walks through the door. The secretary points to me and says to my son, "Who is this woman?"

"What?" he asked, looking from me to her.

The secretary repeated, "Who is this woman? Do you know her?"

"Who, her?" my son asks. "I don't know."

"Just tell her who I am," I whispered, trying not to move my mouth. This was not looking good, but who did this lady think I was?

My son finally caught on to the situation, admitted I was his mother, and we walked home.

I stopped by the office on the way to the doctor's and showed the secretary my driver's license, proving no crime had been committed. I also thanked her for doing her job and we laughed about my son, the comedian.

Ha ha. Very funny.

-Lela