What Year is It?
Monday morning, I went to a new doctor. I had to show up 30 minutes early to complete the paperwork. The first thing they asked for (of course) was my insurance card. Since Mr. J. is
After I completed four hundred bazillion forms, I returned to the little drive-thru window thing to find the receptionist sticking a label on a file folder with my first name and Mr. J.'s last name. I was confused, because I made the appointment in my name, and I gave her my driver's license, which also has my last name. For the sake of this conversation, let's pretend my last name is Jones and Mr. J.'s last name is Smith.
me: Oops - um, that's my husband's last name you've put on my chart there. My last name is Jones.
Receptionist: Oh. When is the divorce final?
Receptionist: Well, if the divorce is final, then you're probably no longer covered by his insurance.
me: I -- I'm not -- I mean, that's, there's no divorce, I just, my last name is Jones.
Receptionist: So, you're legally separated, then?
me: No, I'm - we're married.
Receptionist: What's your maiden name, then?
me: It's the name I have now, Jones.
Receptionist: (Sighing in exasperation) No, your maiden name means the name you were born with.
me: Right, Jones.
Receptionist: Silence. Stares at me like I'm being difficult.
me: I never took my husband's last name. I'm married. To him.
Receptionist: Oh, so Jones is the name of your first husband? Then I still need your maiden name.
me: I - uh - (thinking, how did she know I have a "first husband?" - Or maybe it was just a good guess.) No. Jones is my name. The one I was born with.
Receptionist: So, I need to make this chart with Jones on it, instead of Smith?
Receptionist: Says nothing, shakes her head and sighs, making a big deal of dramatically ripping the label off the file folder and typing a new label.
I'm sorry - what year is it? Is a woman not taking her husband's last name that mystifying? Never mind. I have my answer. I just thought we'd "come a long way, baby."