Blame it on the ants

I can't resist sharing an amusing thing I heard at work today. One of my oddest characters, er, I mean clients (hahaha) called me around 7am this morning to tell me he wouldn't be able to make his 7:30am counseling appointment. Now, up until today, I always thought the most amusing anecdotes regarding him were when he came in with a plastic glove on his hand from some infection. Or the time he admitted he once stole a cake from Jewel (which then deemed him with the nickname "Cake Stealer" unbeknownst to him), but this one takes the cake...no pun intended. hehehe.

Today (are you ready for this, dear reader?) he tells me he can't make counseling because he has had an ant problem at home since Monday and he just can't leave his mother alone to deal with it, saying he needs to go to Walgreens to get something for it. Wow, that's a first. Using ants as an excuse to weasel his way out of having to talk with me. I wait for the day when someone can just say, "Ya know Katie, I'm just not feeling the counseling vibe today. Another day?" But then again, that wouldn't be as fun to laugh at.

Thanks for the laugh Mr. Antsy.