Visiting the Doc

Well, although I haven’t gotten “sick,” this bug in my system has given me an aggravating cough and made me a bit hoarse. My voice is about an octave lower, and my wife calls me “Lou Rawls.” I feel fine other than the cough, but after four days with the voice of a soul singer, I decided to check in with a doctor. He prescribed me some antibiotics against bronchitis and pharyngitis, so my coughing should end and my throat should be back to normal in a few days. (But I’m starting to like the deeper voice.)

When I got in the doctor’s office, I signed a form at the reception window. I used a pen from the cup at the desk—there were four pens. Afterward, I went and sat down to wait. While waiting, four or five other patients came in and did their bit at the reception desk.

After maybe five minutes, the receptionist called me back up to go ahead and pay for the visit. I grabbed a pen from the cup—I grabbed the only pen. I mentioned to the receptionist, “There were four pens here just a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah,” she said knowingly, “they walk away quickly.”

Come on people! Three pens were taken in five minutes? No wonder banks have their pens attached to the tables. I can understand a pen occasionally getting taken by accident, but three pens in five minutes?

Of the four or five people that came in after me, three of them stole a pen. Or did just one person take all three? Really, that just damn pathetic.

Bullgrit
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