“Good luck at the hospital today.”
It startled me, her knowing that I work in the hospital. I wasn’t wearing a white coat or any medical attire. I was dressed in a regular business suit, and I had never seen this woman before — how would she know I was a doctor? Astonished, I quickly turned around and asked, “How did you know I work in the hospital? Sorry, do we know each other?”
She continued to smile, her eyes oddly studying me. “You dropped your business card,” she replied. “It says it right here.” She pointed her finger to the title on the card in her hand. She continued studying me as I studied her. I glanced at the card, then back at her. I knew she was lying to me. I was just trying to figure out why.
“This isn’t my business card,” I said. “I’m a surgeon, not a family physician. What is this? This doesn’t even look like my business card. Where did you get this?”
Her smile slowly faded. “Sorry, my mistake. I must’ve confused you with someone else.”
“Yes, you most definitely must have me confused with someone else,” I said, getting weird, intense feeling inside. “Although I find it strange that someone else you know has the same first and last name as I do. Who also happens to work in the same hospital as I do.”
Something seemed off with this lady. Whatever it was, it was something I couldn’t pinpoint. And frankly, I didn’t want to waste time finding out. “Sorry, I’m in a rush, I have to get going.”
She gave me a hard look, then she smiled again and said, “I wish you best of luck with your day.”
“Thanks, I need all the luck I can get,” I said, knowing that the only luck I wanted was to have my husband back in my life. That and for Charlie to wake up. I opened the door and walked
through it, feeling her gaze follow me as I strode into the street.