Room 503

I've been on an unplanned blogging hiatus for the last 2 months. Computer problems were overtaken by work travel ... then Christmas and party hostessing took center stage ... then de-Christmasing the house ... then back to work and now I've been mesmerized by the wonders of Facebook.

Anyway, enough of that. Here's a funny little story that happened this past week ...


I went to the doctor on Tuesday because I haven't been feeling too hot. After asking the usual littany of questions and looking a little puzzled about my mystery symptoms, the nurse instructed me:

"We want to collect a 'sample'. Go around the corner, down the hall to the last door on the right. Clean cups are in a basket on the floor. Urine room 503."

I nodded as she talked to me, trying to remember all of this stuff while contemplating why they keep the pee cups on the floor. At the end of these instructions, I replied "Okay, Urine Room 503. I'll be right back."

So I wandered down the hall, around the corner, down another hallway looking at the room numbers. Where was Urine Room 503? And what a weird name for a bathroom. There was a closed door which I thought might be it. I asked a passing nurse, just to confirm "Is this Urine Room 503?"

She replied "Yes, this is a bathroom."

So I did my thing and wandered back to my examination room. When I got to my room, I noticed a sign by the door "Room 503."

It occured to me, the nurse didn't send me to "Urine Room 503" ... she was telling me "You're in 503" so I'd know where to go when I returned.

Am I the only person who would've gotten that wrong? Duh!!!