doodledee

Libby and I had a baby doctor appointment this morning. The waiting room was already packed when we got there at 9:00, so I figured for sure it was going to be a huge wait. Last time we went we waited like 45 minutes. (Man I was pissed, but at least I made it through 22 of People's Top 25 Hottest Bachelors. Yummy!) Short story short, today we waited like 4 minutes and we were out of there in 20. Can't complain.

That's not the point, though. The point is that while we sat there, like 3-4 other people came in and *all* of them were late for their appointments. And not just a little late either, this one girl was like 20 minutes behind. What the hell? Just get in your car and get there on time. If you can't do that, call and reschedule. It ain't rocket surgery, honey.

That's when it hit me. Maybe I should stop blaming the clinic when they're running behind schedule. Maybe it's not their fault. Maybe it's idiot patients instead. Who knew?

Oh, and to the lady who chose to describe all her medical issues over her cellphone while the rest of us listened: thanks, and you're a doof.