Ugh! I went to physical therapy today for a foot problem I'm having. I'm sitting in the waiting room and this is the conversation I hear coming from the two receptionists behind the desk:
Girl 1: Sorry
Girl 2: for what?
Girl 1: my stomach rumbled. I was trying to keep it down but I can't help it.
Girl 2: mine's been making noises too! Thanks a lot!
Girl 1: well I highly doubt my stomach rumbling is causing your stomach to rumble...
Girl 2: unless you gave...
Girl 1: yeah unless I gave you "the thing". I blame it on Donna. Her daughter had it and she brought it in here

oh my GOD. As you can imagine, I was FREAKING out. Girl 2 had handed me paperwork and a pen. And God only knows if Girl 1 had used that pen, or chewed on the pen or touched it with fecal material contaminated hands! And then when I left I had to pay Girl 1 and I had to touch the pen again. And she touched my credit card. Ahhhhhhh! I told them I couldn't come in the rest of the week and I'll start my therapy on Monday. That way whatever "the thing" is, it has 4 or 5 days to GO AWAY before I go back there!!!!