As a quiet person I understand how difficult it is to come up with conversation topics. I have had my share of awkward ice-breaker attempts. It’s not always pretty. So, I don’t condemn the dental hygienist who failed at trying to put me at ease during my semi-annual appointment. Why the harsh criticism? How can I judge someone who was doing her best a being friendly?
Because this was the question she asked me:
Do you have any grand kids?
Not the typical, “Do you have any kiddos?” That was her follow-up question.
For the record, I don’t have either. No kids. No grand kids. I guess if my life had gone as planned I could have grandchildren by now but do I look that old? Not to be vain but I was always told I looked younger than my age. My fear was that it was going to flip one day about the time I’d appreciate looking younger.
Have I reached that time?
I left the office feeling… old.
What the heck, Ms. Hygienist? Just because you aren’t even the big 3-0 yet you should always lead with “Any kids?”