Mrs. Farmer Brad Williams

I went to one of those med spas a while back for a little anti-aging self care. Sad to report it would seem I’ve only managed to insult and anger the wrinkles. Wouldn’t you know it. Maybe I don’t have the right genetics. Or credentials. Anyway.

I was waiting at the reception desk and a woman was checking in ahead of me.

Receptionist: Name?

Woman: Mrs. Dr. Kevin Farnsworth.

Receptionist: Diane? Have a seat, they’ll be with you in a moment.

*Woman takes a seat*

I step up to the desk.

Receptionist: Name?

Me: *really thinking I’m funny* Mrs. Farmer Brad Williams

Receptionist: Huh? *really not thinking I’m funny*

Me: Oh, I thought we were doing a thing. 

Emily.

Emily Williams.

I’ll be over here if you need me.

Holler if there are any ag or bovine related emergencies.

I can call my husband.

😂

*Names have been changed to protect privacy. Except mine. That’s really my name. Also, I’m ridiculous at making up names, so ignore my random choices. It’s so much pressure!