The Sweetest Old Lady
I’m not a doctor. I’m a dental hygienist. Back when I first started, I had a client who came in to get her teeth cleaned. She was the sweetest little old lady with tons of energy and was full of life.
I got her comfortably seated in the chair, leaned her back, and started scaling away (the dental term for removing plaque/tartar or “bringing the pain”). Halfway through the appointment, I got a terrible feeling. My stomach started to grumble. She poked fun at me for it and we both had a laugh.
Minutes later, the grumbles in my stomach made their way down…like way down. It took everything I had not to pass gas with this sweet lady’s head between my legs. Despite my best efforts, I had to let it out.
I figured that if it’s going to force its way out, I might as well make it a silent one. I straightened up my posture and leaned ever so slightly towards my tray of instruments to “swap for a new one.”
I must have miscalculated or something because what was supposed to be silent gas, turned out to be one of those toots that sounds like an earthquake. That nice old lady looked at me with a look that was one part bewilderment and another part amusement.
All she said was, “There you go, dear! Now I don’t feel so bad for letting a few go myself out in the waiting room!” Needless to say, she has been my favorite client to this day. Story credit: Reddit / Chickennoodo