Read The (Hospital) Room, Buddy!
My father has high blood pressure, and from time to time, he experiences prolonged nosebleeds. If the bleeding lasts longer than twenty minutes, he must be taken to the hospital. This happens one evening at around 10:00 pm, so I drive him to the emergency department at a nearby hospital. Note that this occurs during the global health crisis where only a certain amount of people are allowed in a room.
When we arrived at the registration area, they need to take my father’s blood pressure and ask him some questions. I am told to wait outside as only two people, including the nurse, are allowed in the assessment room.
The room is located right in front of the entrance where a few security guards are monitoring the entrance. While I wait, one of them starts to talk to me. He asks me what happened and I tell him briefly; it makes me feel better to talk to someone. Initially, everything appears to be nothing more than a normal conversation.
Security Guard: “Are you all right, miss?”
Me: “Yeah, I’m just a bit stressed. This is how I would normally react when this happens to my dad.”
Security Guard: “Can I get you water or anything?”
Me: “I’m okay, thank you very much. I really appreciate it.”
The nurse gets my attention as my father is done registering in the assessment room and has been redirected to the examination room to see the doctor. The security guard knows that I have to go in with my father.
Security Guard: “I think we should exchange phone numbers, if you are interested in grabbing a coffee sometime. I am [Security Guard], by the way.”
I am taken aback as the hospital is one of the wrong places to pick up women.
Me: “I gotta run now. Can’t leave my dad waiting.”
I take my father into the examination room. The doctor sees him and, because his blood pressure is way above average, he is given a pill to lower it. We have to wait for about an hour. After that, he is fine and the doctor determines that it is nothing major and it is just one of those moments. We are given the green light to go home. As I am exiting the hospital, [Security Guard] is still on duty and keeps hitting on me.
Security Guard: “Are you willing to accept the invitation I offered you?”
Me: “I am actually married with a four-year-old and am expecting a pair of twins due in July of 2021.”
He was speechless. At least I got to see his reaction at the right moment. And no, I am not married and have no children!