GUEST POST: The Wisdom of Wisdom Teeth

You may remember earlier this year, Alison Bogue bestowed upon us one of her fabulous stories. She has again agreed to share one with us. And, let me tell you, this one will make you smile...or laugh out loud. Let's see which...

The Wisdom of Wisdom Teeth
Guest Post from Alison Bogue

The Dad had his wisdom teeth removed. As a good wife, I went with him. It was the first “operation” in our marriage. I was all prepared to be a wonderful wife and care for my sweet husband when he needed me the most. In my mind, I would be The Dad’s Florence Nightingale. 
I was not a nurse or any form of medical professional. I don’t know what drugs they gave people for this “surgery”, but it was good stuff. They brought The Dad to me in a wheelchair and helped me get him in the car.
“Here’s his prescription. Have a good day,” The nurse told me as she waved good-bye.
I thought it would be easy. We’d go to the pharmacy, get his medicine, and go home. He would rest and I would sit by his bedside. The perfect caring wife. I thought everything would be fine.
“You stay here and I’ll be right back,” I told The Dad as I got out of the car at the pharmacy. You must remember, I was young and didn’t know the things I know now. I should have locked The Dad in the car for my sanity...I mean his safety. But, The Dad got out of the car, too. So, we walked into the store. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention as we walked to the pharmacy in the back. The Dad was a toucher, still is actually. He is also very long-limbed. Because of our height difference, his hand is level with my backside.
There was an elderly man waiting at the pharmacy. I noticed he kept staring at The Dad and I. Why?
“I love you, Baby,” The Dad said drunkenly as he kissed the side of my head. That was when I realized where his hand was sitting. That might not be so bad, except I was heavily pregnant with Girl 1. No wonder the older man was staring.
Because God has a sense of humor, the medicine took about 15 minutes. I told The Dad to sit down while we waited, but he refused. “Let’s look around.” The Dad insisted as he walked beside me. His hand never once left my backside. He would randomly stop and repeat his acclimations of love and bestow kisses on my head.
Obviously interested, the elderly man followed us through the store. I was sure I would die of embarrassment. But I didn’t. Eventually, The Dad’s medicine was ready and we finally left.

Moral: Never shop with your husband when he’s on pain medication.