Sunday, September 21, 2014

Laughter, the best medicine

My doctor's office routinely leaves me sitting for an hour in the reception before they even put me in one of those little special rooms. So me and maybe 15 other people all sat there, bored because phones just aren't interesting enough. Another person came in, and the receptionist asked for her health card and then asked why she was there to see the doctor today.
"I'm sick!" the woman yelled.
We all repressed our laughter.
Eventually I got taken into my grim little private room, and the receptionist asked why I was there, and I told her, and said "it won't take that long," with great confidence.
"Oh, you know how it is around here," the receptionist said. And she left me in my chair with nothing but posters to read, and shut the door.
But I could plainly hear her through the wall say "I wish I was dead."

Not the sort of thing the Reader's Digest page would post, is it?

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