Yep, you read that title correctly.
For those of you who don't know, Mormon boys are encouraged to go on missions for the LDS church.
It's actually a pretty cool experience that not only helps the little 19-year-old twerp grow up a little, but it also allows them to share something with others that has brought them a great deal of joy and peace.
Before any of them can go, they have to have physical with a doctor to sign off that they are capable of the rigorous physical activity often required.
I was one of those 19-year-old twerps once. And I had to get a physical just like everyone else.
For the life of me, I can't remember the situation, but for some reason, I had to make a last minute appointment with my brother-in-law's father.
He was an OBGYN.
Needless to say, it was a little awkward going to his house for what could potentially be an unpleasant experience from someone who knows me and my family.
We sat down across from each other in his office, and all he asked was: "So, do you feel healthy?"
I said "Yes," and he checked off the paperwork. He had to take a blood sample or something (I honestly can't remember), which had to be analyzed by a lab, so he asked that I pick up the completed paperwork a few days later at his work.
That day, I wandered into a surprisingly large waiting room filled with women in various states of pregnancy. I told the nurse why I was there, and she asked that I have a seat.
I figured they would do the logical thing and bring the papers to the front desk for me to pick up. That is why I was so flabbergasted when a sweet nurse opened the door to the back and called, "Nathan? ... Nathan?"
As I got up and crossed the room, I could feel the eyes of every women in that waiting room on me. Questions like, "Why is that guy seeing an OBGYN?" or "Is that really a guy?" or "If that is a girl, how can that skinny little thing actually be pregnant?" were probably eating away at them.
Red faced, I went through the door, and she took me back to see the doctor. He was sitting at his desk, and when he saw me, smiled pleasantly and handed me the paperwork.
Are you kidding me? Did I actually have to go through that walk of shame just so you could hand me the paperwork yourself?
To this day, I still think he did it on purpose just for the comedic value. I'm positive I was a popular story at their office Christmas party that year.