Like in the middle of having a root canal. Your mouth is cranked open, everything from your nose to jaw is numb, and the person digging around in your mouth says "Oops".
Actually that one could apply to a lot of different scenarios, say with a: hairdresser...dog groomer....plumber....tattoo artist...high-rise bridge builder....roller coaster operator....
Other words you wouldn't want to hear:
~~your accountant looks up from your tax folder and says: "you might want to consider taking out a second mortgage."
~~You're on your laptop, just typed the last sentence of the final page of a seventy-six page document and your system crashes. You call Support. They have you on hold for 22 minutes and come back and say,
"You backed up the file, right?"
~~Your employer calls you into the office for your annual work performance review. As you sit he/she says, "Don't get too comfortable."
~~Same scenario as above but your employer asks if you've updated your resume recently.
~~Your wedding planner is late. You call her and she says, "Your wedding is today??!!"
~~You and a partner own Big Cats Wildlife Sanctuary. Two hours after you've closed up for the day your partner calls and says,
"Did you lock up?"
"What???! I thought you did!"
Or the crew of a fire truck, no sirens on but lights are swirling, stop to ask you for directions.
"Excuse me, ma'am."
Had to be one of the firemen who said that since we're the only people there. I turn. The one in the passenger seat is saying something to me through his open window, but I can't make it out over the noise of the truck's engine. I walk over to the truck. He sticks his head out, looks down at me and shouts,
"Do you know where County Road 1220 is?"
The man held up his phone and I could see a map showing roads and intersections on the screen. The driver leaned forward so he could see past his partner to me. Even from the distance and with his hat on I could see the pleading look in his eyes. The guy with the phone map repeated the question and I got it this time. I didn't know of any county roads nearby, only farm roads but I didn't want to let these men down. If there were such a thing as an electric Rolodex, that's how my brain responded. I flipped through mental images of road maps in all four directions of a compass desperate to recall seeing County Road 1220. But I didn't.
"No, I'm sorry," I said feeling bad at failing to come up with the vital information these firefighters needed. "I can't think of any county roads around here."
Their disappointment was evident yet they thanked me and I walked back to my car and drove away. Two miles east of the library, just as I was turning onto my road, I saw the firetruck in my rear view mirror moving at a good clip. Still with no sirens on but its lights were whirling and flashing.
That incident has popped into my head so many times since Wednesday morning mainly because it raised so many question: Did they reach their destination in time to save a home or business from total destruction? Did other firemen get there before them? Had the call to a fire been cancelled? OR, maybe they were just meeting friends for lunch, some place they'd never been before and couldn't find. That last one is the scenario I want to believe.