Last week I went to the doctor for a checkup on my current ailment (fatigue, sleep issues, etc.) and for the most part I was pretty frustrated. I was under the assumption that I was going to get blood taken, and then a few days later find out what was wrong. Well, that day was actually pushed to yesterday but that's besides the point. I went there getting nothing from the appointment, but something so wonderful happened. Something I didn't expect from the day, nor did I expect this to really influence any of my life, but here's the story:
I signed in for my appointment with Dr. S. for now let's call him Dr. Numan because he's kinda like Numan from Seinfeld. Slightly awkward, big guy, glasses, curly brown hair, and his full last name rhymes with Numan. So why doesn't he switch his last name already? Beats me. So as I was waiting to see Dr. Numan, since Dr. Pumpkin (His name rhymes with pumpkin. We call him Dr. F the Pumpkin anyways.) was taking a sick day, we had to switch doctors and tell him all about it all over again.
So, back to the waiting room - I get sidetracked too often. I walk over to a seat that has a smaller chair in front of it, supposedly meant for children. "F**k that," I (might have) thought, "my legs are going on that." So I moved it over to kick back and take it easy. Then there was this cute little girl, no older than four years old who started shyly walking towards me and my father, who sat beside me (No I didn't share my footrest). She was around two and a half feet tall, with blue - green eyes, blond hair and big cheeks. She was shyly inching towards the chair - or me. I couldn't really tell. I assumed the chair, so I offered her the seat (what else could I assume a wandering child could want?). She then ran back to her parents. I shrugged it off but didn't put my feet back up yet. She then came back with a sticker on her pointer finger, slightly curled because it clearly was once stuck on some article of clothing. She then started looking at me and tried her best to show me the sticker by pointing her finger to the ceiling and twisting her arm awkwardly to show me the picture. I caught a glance and it was some kind of super hero, so I asked her about it. But just then her family was about to leave, so I said goodbye. My Dad then commented "She likes you, Nate. I bet she's going to wave as she leaves." And sure enough, she did. She started off trailing behind just to wave back. Then she caught up a little and waved a second time. The third time she waved she was nearing the corner and she clung to her mothers arm and waved one last time.
This whole ordeal struck me as the cutest thing that has EVER happened to me. For some reason kids just feel safe and comfortable around me, or they just like to look at me. I remember I was working at Panera one day and I walked down the isle with all the booths and there were three babies in three different booths. They ALL turned their heads to look at me. And these babies were the ones that don't have very strong necks, so they looked like they just threw their head to the side and they couldn't pick it back up. It was funny and also really interesting/strange at the same time.
Also, this made me want to have a little baby girl of my own. One day I'll be a father, and I'll be the best damn father ever.
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