To the angry Medical Assistant at my dermatologist's office: I'm sorry that seeing my face apparently ruined your day. I suspect that having to call my name and plop some charts on the counter took you away from more important things like updating your Facebook status or having a text convo with your DH. I gathered this by observing the way you glared at me and rejected my attempts to cheer you up by telling jokes and all but kissing your behind. I was trying to set a good example for my daughter so I refrained from commenting aloud about this.
I know this post isn't very "Lovely". I'll make up for it later.