Strange encounter
A friend and I were shopping Saturday and I found a couple of comforters at a very good price in a specialty fabric shop. The computer was giving the person who was checking me out a problem and a couple of other people came over to help. We were all standing around, making the sort of nattering small talk you make to be polite while waiting when one of the sales women asked if we had seen the Olympic opening ceremonies. She was a well dressed, very thin, rather high-maintenance looking, mid to late 40ish woman who had previously announced she was hopeless with computers. Neither my friend nor I had seen the opening but she proceeded to tell us she found it “curious” that the British had made such a big deal about the NHS. Apparently providing health care to its citizens was mentioned in the ceremony as one of the good things Britain has done. She wondered if it was because of “the stuff that’s going on here” that caused them to carry on about, and I quote, “that socialist medicine.” She verbally flapped a bit, repeated socialist a couple of times with increasing distain and went on to say how terrible it was that her cousin’s husband, who is British, had to wait several months for treatment for and that he could have died while he waited.
She clearly expected me to agree and I did. Then I said “Although, if your cousin’s husband was poor and lived in the western part of this state, he could have died lying in a parking space in the rain waiting to see a doctor at the once-a-year Remote Area Medical clinic. I guess every system has its bad points”
She didn’t talk to me anymore.
She clearly expected me to agree and I did. Then I said “Although, if your cousin’s husband was poor and lived in the western part of this state, he could have died lying in a parking space in the rain waiting to see a doctor at the once-a-year Remote Area Medical clinic. I guess every system has its bad points”
She didn’t talk to me anymore.