ON GIANT HYPODEEMIC NERDLES....AND WAITING

ON GIANT HYPODEEMIC NERDLES....AND WAITING

Have you ever noticed that waiting takes

forever?

Have you ever noticed:

     The people who make you wait, never

apologize...ever.

Why, would you believe that on two 

visits to the same favorite doctor, I arrived 

each time fifteen minutes early (which they 

love---why I don't know---) and had to wait 

forty more minutes...both times.

Have you ever "gone and figured" that the

world's multitudinous waiting lines are 

filled with mostly old folks....who have "paid

their dues." They have fought the good fight

and kept the faith...and they are oft tard and...

....worn out...feeling miserable...and usually

called upon to wait...anywhere and 

everywhere.

Those pros who set appointments for their 

services owe it to their clients to so arrange

their professional day, as to show efficiency

in their operation.

Is packing their schedule to make up for

no-shows---the answer?

I know of a foot doctor's office where one

is lucky to be in and out in an hour and 

forty-five minutes.

I will tell you an interesting story. (Have you

ever had a single doctor that you looked

for a pain or ache as an excuse to visit 

him or her?)

         Well I had one.

He was that kind of likeable, efficient

physician. He had a sign up over the

receptionists' desk saying: "IF YOU HAVE 

BEEN WAITING MORE THAN TWENTY

MINUTES, PLEASE INFORM US."

They meant it too; tho' you might have to

wait some more in one of those numerous,

mysterious rooms off the long hall. I liked

the doc anyway.

He came in and checked the little bitty

bump on my nose, where the glasses had

rubbed...and said "Hmmm...we'll get that 

little thing..." and he was gone.

I lay there on that cold leather table with

the silly white paper on it...and no pillow...

and after a while this cute nurse came in

and I was taken with her...and watching

her and she put down this awful tray filled 

with E-VIL looking clinky, chrome, 

implements...and a "needle" and she left.

After she was gone I noticed the biggest

HYPODEEMIC NERDLE on that tray I had

ever seen...and you know, I didn't even

give it a second thought or worry a bit!

For anyone with a first aid background like 

mine, I could immediately tell that an error

had been made...for that little ol' bump on 

my nose, you'd need TINY gadgets and a 

TEENSY needle with very little stuff in it.

No, it was a mistake. There had to be a vet

down the hall that treated horses! Or 

something...to require such a dire needle...

Well, guess what! I was wrong. There was 

no horse doctor within a mile. That needle 

was FOR ME. And he got the bump and 

mailed it in. And my nose was numb for 

days....

I stayed with those folks anyway; they had 

a good operation...and little waiting. And

me and the ladies at the front desk had a

running joke, for they had heard of my

disbelief and disdain for the BIG HYPO...

I'd sign in and say: "I'll be waiting under 

my car."

They'd wink at each other and say to me;

"That's okay Hon...one of us'll come and

gitcha!"

It wasn't bad under the car under that 

shade tree, except the doc had too 

much gravel in his parking lot. It hurt

my back.

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MIL

18 JUNE 17

("tard..." sic)