Rescheduled

I'm never usually late for my appointment with the dentist. It's just a belief, nothing more. I like to reserve the last saturday of every month for a check up, it's good because it never conflicts with most of my weekly or monthly routine or lifestyle whatsoever.

Last Saturday however, was an exception. I was to attend the shareholders annual luncheon at the club and it quite skipped my mind until the week before. I promptly called the clinic and asked for the appointment to be rescheduled to Friday evening the same week. What I dint foresee was the chaos that ensued that Friday. Like they'd say, it was just not my day.

I wrapped up with work only by 7:45 pm on that Friday and must have sleepwalked home- completely forgetting about the appointment. It was while having my light dinner of coconut rice with prawns salad that I remembered I had to call to re-reschedule the appointment. Needless to say, I slumped into bed right afterward.

The next day at the luncheon, I decided I'll skip the customary high-tea and head to the dentist's. It was already making me uncomfortable. When I parked outside the clinic it must've been nearing 4:30 pm, and unusually hot for that time of the year. I pushed open the large glass doors of the clinic to be greeted with a gush of cold air from the air-conditioner. I smiled at the receptionist as she looked up at me "I'm sorry I missed it yesterday, I was wondering if the doctor was free sometime now?" I asked, while throwing a cursory glance at the celebrity calendar on the wall behind her. "Friday, 26th" it read.