It’s about that time, no?
::5 days pass::
::and then literally 3 weeks::
So yes, Jelena, the blogging got away from me. It would be easier if…. wow, that gif quickly becomes distracting… as I was saying: if I were an open book and could just tell you everything I’m doing, writing, et cetera, because the source material never ends. Mais alors. Instead, lemme tell you about the wonderfully random and completely inconsequential minutia of life.
So Josh and I are sitting in a doctor’s wait room this week and people-watching, as one does. First of all, I love the number of people who have a translator with them – and I mean that. I love living in culturally diverse places and what is more interesting to watch than the translator her/himself, navigating two cultures at once? I’ll tell you what. The obligatory old woman pretending to be slightly senile because she is here to win, kids.
Old Woman (OW) has arrived for her appointment.
Receptionist requests her medical card.
OW does not have.
Receptionist says she’ll reschedule her appointment.
OW will see doctor now.
Receptionist like, whu? Gimme the card then.
OW left the card at home. She sees doctor now.
Receptionist is tryna keep the bite out of her voice because the whole wait room can hear whether we want to or not and OW got salty immediatement. Receptionist insists that cards must be proffered.
OW: (verbatim) I don’t have it with me, what can we do? (Rhetorical) I’ll see doctor now.
OW steps. toward. hall.
Reception door opens, refusals are stated strongly.
OW does not understand what you are not understanding. She should’ve brought her card. She didn’t. She is not going home, y’all. She will see the doctor now. She will.
It’s at this point that 2nd receptionist decides to help out because perhaps his being a dude will change something?
OW figures out how to grease this wheel. Pulls out OPUS card. That one uses to ride public transportation.
Receptionists are silent. Because what?
OW: (verbatim) Visa. (Shows credit card… and then immediately puts it back in wallet.)
Receptionists are silent. Because where are we. What’s happening.
You guys I cannot wait to get to this age. Head full of white hair – seriously, her tress game was crushing it – and using a cane while simultaneously holding a huge parka, a purse, several bags and clearly this woman has her faculties is what I’m saying.
OW will TALK to the doctor. Final offer.
When the receptionists tell her the doctor is leaving for the day very soon they should really have anticipated her attempt to break for the hall again. They really should’ve. I did.
Receptionist AGAIN insists that OW will be rescheduled. At this point, OW’s indiscernible muttering is her strength. That and she clearly has nowhere else to be. She will stand at this counter all day.
Receptionist, loudly, because she knows that we know that she has been bested: Just have a seat.
I mean. Better luck next time, baby girl. OW knew what she came to do.