Yay for later, higher-level freshman classes, Jen. The little monsters (read: undergraduate students) are back in classes starting today. Everything's noisy again. Went to the oral surgeon this morning to have a panoramic x-ray and consult about these damn wisdom teeth. Sitting in the waiting room, I was "entertained" for 20 minutes by a woman and her toddler who were waiting for their husband/father to emerge from his appointment. If I ever become one of those women who thinks everything their demon child does is precious, no matter how maddening to the general populice, someone please shoot me. While I was attempting to call my insurance carrier to get my dental insurance plan's group number, the adorable little blob of hell (who, by the smell of things, had not had a diaper change since sometime in May) was screaming at the top of his lungs and smashing his fists against the waiting room window (his mother, incidentally, did nothing to stop him). I couldn't hear myself speak, and judging by the look on the receptionist's face, she was about 3 seconds from a homicidal rampage. The poor receptionist's mood, strangely, did not improve when the kid elected to station himself directly under the receptionist's window and commence punching and kicking the wall. Throughtout it all, his mother was charmed. "Oooo. Whoozat beautiful baby making all the nooooiiiiise? Who's my noisy baby?? Who's my beautiful booooyyyy?" The last straw, though, was when Satan's mother finally realized that the diaper was about six seconds away from requiring a Haz-Mat team. She proceeded to worm the kid down onto his back and change his shitty diaper on the oral surgeon's waiting room floor. Then she tried to hand the dirty diaper to the receptionist with the assumption that the receptionist was somehow responsible for disposing of the child's waste. The receptionist just stared at her, then told her to throw it away in the restroom. People. What the hell.
Mother (to receptionist): Do you have a restroom where I can change my baby's diaper?
Receptionist: Yes. Right down the hall and to your left.
Mother: Is there a changing table in there?
Receptionist: No, but there's ample counter space.
Mother: Oh. If there's no changing table, I'm just going to have to do it right here.
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