My wife, Teresa, had a glorious “welcome” to her 50s last week as she was blessed with the joy of her first colonoscopy. I sat in the waiting room with eight other people as she had her procedure. When a nurse walked in and said, “John?” two of us stood up. As I stepped towards the nurse she asked me who I was there for and I said, “Teresa.” She said, “Yep, she’s ready. Isn’t it funny there were two Johns in the waiting room?”
When I got to the recovery room and saw the lady in recovery, it was immediately clear this was not my wife.
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