I was recently filling out the paperwork for my new dentist.
Name: Kathryn Thompson
Preferred Name: ???
Hmmm… Not nearly enough people call me K-Dawg. I would prefer it.
So I typed it in and forgot about it. Fast forward a few days and I’m sitting in the lobby in my yoga pants, drinking lemon-infused water and reading a YA novel.
The door cracks open. A dental assistant looks around the lobby, sees me and smiles.
“K-Dawg,” She says sweetly, “We’re ready for you.”
I head back with her and she is all professionalism.
“What brings you to our office, K-Dawg?”
“It’s nice to meet you, K-Dawg.”
“Do you see this picture of your tooth, K-Dawg? That amount of discoloration is normal, K-Dawg.”
The only indication that she’s winking at me on the inside is how frequently she says my name. If my preferred name were, say, Kathryn for example, I doubt she’d feel the need to use it at the end of every sentence.
“You know, you can just call me Kathryn if you like,” I offer.
“Oh no. You said you preferred K-Dawg and I want to respect your wishes.”
This could have come across as snotty but she’s openly grinning at me now and I know that by typing that one little word, I’ve made a friend. I’ve made an office full of friends. Every member of the staff, from the receptionist to the Dentist refer to me only as K-Dawg. Apparently the system is automated so whenever they walk into the room to speak to me, the name K-Dawg appears in bold letters on their screens.
A week after my visit a card came in the mail, thanking me for coming in. I know they send these cards to everyone but I like to think that K-Dawg’s card was a little more personal. K-Dawg’s card was a little more fun.
Because K-Dawg needs mad props, yo. Because K-Dawg has a monopoly on small town phatness.
Word.
This made me laugh hysterically this morning. My name is Cheryl, but I prefer Boquita. Can we be friends?
I would prefer it if we were friends. Yes.
This just made my day!!!
I think we once again go to the same dentist 🙂
I shouldn’t read you first thing in the morning just after I’ve done my make up. I’m laughing so hard I’m crying! Love your snippets of real life.
Oh heavens, this is SO wonderful. I just started watching Anne of Green Gables (for the millionth time) the other day. “Would you call me Cordelia?”
My husband’s dental office in CA would love your K-Dawg phat-ness there too. This made my day!
K-Dawg,
I am a blog stocker of yours. Remember me from Texas? I love reading your entries. Thanks for making me smile.
So good to hear from you! Thanks for reaching out.
I stumbled upon your blog this afternoon and after the braces post this was the next thing I read (while sipping some water.) Let’s just say water is now down the front of my shirt. This post totally made my Satruday K-Dawg!
I’m so glad, Amber. Making people spit out their water is one of my greatest joys. That is the truth.
I just wish you were in my ward. Period. I love when I get to laugh, truly laugh. thanks!
This is perfection. Thank you K-dawg!