The Most Pointless Conversation Starter EVER
So I am sick. Coughing, sneezy, head-stuck-in-a-vice sick. I took yesterday off from work. I so should have taken today off. If I feel even half as yuck tom'w morning as I do right now, I'll probably take off then too.
END WHINE.
Anyway, so yesterday I went to the doctor. I know the medical assistants who take your vitals and junk try to make light, non-threatening conversation with the patients but still.
The woman who was in charge of getting my vitals called my name. We did the usual weaight & temp and then made our way to the examination room. She turns to me, big ass smile on her face and asks me, "How are you doing today?"
What I wanted to say was, "Bitch, I'm at the doctor's office. You freakin' see how puffy I am and I know you can see the 12 tissues I'm holding. You heard my voice, I sound like a 50-year-old truck driver. How THE HELL do you think I'm doing?"
What I actually said was, "Well, I'm here, right?" To which she gave me this sheepish look. In retrospect, it would have been amusing to see how she would have responded to what I had WANTED to say.
END WHINE.
Anyway, so yesterday I went to the doctor. I know the medical assistants who take your vitals and junk try to make light, non-threatening conversation with the patients but still.
The woman who was in charge of getting my vitals called my name. We did the usual weaight & temp and then made our way to the examination room. She turns to me, big ass smile on her face and asks me, "How are you doing today?"
What I wanted to say was, "Bitch, I'm at the doctor's office. You freakin' see how puffy I am and I know you can see the 12 tissues I'm holding. You heard my voice, I sound like a 50-year-old truck driver. How THE HELL do you think I'm doing?"
What I actually said was, "Well, I'm here, right?" To which she gave me this sheepish look. In retrospect, it would have been amusing to see how she would have responded to what I had WANTED to say.