the fight that was, almost

I’m starting to notice more.

I’m waking up early with Pam to write, to think, to go get blood work done on a cold and frosty Saturday morning…good times.  I got there at 7 am to a giant parking lot with no cars at the medical center.  No coffee, a little crabby I said to myself, “Oops, I bet the nurse said 7 am  on the weekdays, not the weekend.”  I should have stayed home and at least added to my post and commented.”  I stayed toasty car and turned up the tunes and relaxed, even though I didn’t have my book, notebook or planner with.  This is when my little story gets interesting.  Car #2 pulls in and then Car #3 pulls in.

The lady in Car#2 gets out of the car and walks to the door in her heavy down coat with gloved hands.  So, I thought maybe she knows something I don’t, so I followed.  I got up to the door; she was in front.  Of course, I’m just wearing my heavy Judson sweatshirt and have no gloves.  I pull my hands into my sweatshirt pocket, thinking I’d be in the door, wishing I could get this done fast, because of my brewing coffee head ache.

Then right up behind me comes Car #3.  She was younger, thinner and had more information.  

Car #2 starts pounding on the door to attract the nurses attention, obviously wanting to get the show on the road.  

Car #3 obviously says to Car #2, “Don’t do that, it doesn’t open until 8am on the weekends, 7 on the weekdays. I come twice a week, they won’t come to open it earlier.”  

I wonder why she has to come twice a week.

Car#2 retorts,”Why not?  That makes me mad.  It is cold out here.  They should let us in.”

Car#3 says, “Why should they?  I punch a time clock as a flight attendant and why would I get there earlier than I am getting paid for? They do too, and they shouldn’t have to do anything beyond their hours.”

Car #2 says, “You’ve got to be kidding, who are you to talk to me that way? I have a right to say and think what I want.”

“Yes you do, I guess, I’m just saying…”

I think, why can’t we just sing Kum-by-yah and warm up together in a little group?

Car #1,  oh, that’s me, whines, “All I know is that I just can’t wait to get some coffee.”  Silence, world war has been averted, I guess.

The door eventually opens, we line up, we wait, we’re served, we leave.  I still am still left wondering about Car # 3 who needs to get her blood drawn twice a week.  I hope she gets better.  Car #2 yep, I just don’t have any sympathy for that kind of impatience.