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.