I posted on Facebook
today that I hate waiting
. I'm not a patient person when it comes to wasting my time. I went to work and then straight to the doctor for an appointment where I waited
. And I waited
. And can you believe there were NO FREAKIN
' female magazines! Well, there were baby magazines, Family Fun, Parenting, Golf, ESPN, Car and Web MD. There was also a Bible that I figured was there for people who are really
sick and need to change their wicked ways.
Back to waiting
. I read the entire Bible.....well, I could have if I knew I'd be waiting
for an hour and fifteen minutes. Then the medical assistant asked me to step on the scales and I whined like a four year old, "I didn't want
to get weighed today."
She was very sympathetic, "I know, with this cold weather everyone has all those extra layers on." 'Cause it's bloomin
' snowing today, folks - snowing in April!!! As if Pia getting voted off American Idol wasn't stupid enough.
The numbers appeared on the scales, "I don't really weigh that much." She humored me, "How much do you really
weigh?" I subtracted 29 lbs. "Really? 20 lbs of extra clothing?" she asked.
"You do realize I'm here for depression and you're really not helping matters." She led me into another room where I waited
for another 20 minutes. Newsweek or Marie Claire? Holy crap. I'm already smart and beautiful. They have nothing to offer me.
I went to the pharmacy and I had to wait
some more because they didn't have my prescription ready. Then I was told my med needed a FREAKIN
and guess what? Because I waited
so long at the doctor's office it was now 5:00 in the evening and I would have to wait until possibly Monday. That gives me two more days to possibly go on a crime spree.
My husband suggested we go out to dinner and because I'm very considerate of his time, I decided to warn him about the waiting time. So we decided to meet there and while I was telling the kids to get in the car he called and asked me to wait for him instead. When we got to the restaurant they had a waiting time of 45 minutes. You add that to the waiting time it takes for the server to take your order and then the waiting time to bring your food, the drink refills, the free bread sticks, the mints and the bill and ........ so we went somewhere else.
Mimi needed to go to the bathroom and so I came with her to show her where the bathroom is and took the opportunity to wash my hands. As we were leaving I caught a glimpse of a very large brown slug on the floor in one of the stalls. I stepped back to take another look and it wasn't a slug. I said, "Ew
. Is that a turd?"
"I can't look or I'll be sick," Mimi says. She was obviously switched at birth.
That had absolutely nothing to do with the rest of this story, but I thought you would like that part. Your welcome. But at least I
was a responsible parent and chaperoned my kid to the bathroom unlike some. At least I hope that was a kid......or a stray animal. Did I mention this restaurant kind of rhymes with Crapper Barrel
I guess I won't be tying my stories together, they are what they are.