some people...

So, I had a doctor's appointment last week. It was the during one of our many snowstorms, so I left early to give myself time to get there. I arrived in plenty of time, however, it seems no one else did, and they were stacked up. No biggie - I had knitting, so waiting didn't bother me. It did however bother the guy that arrived behind me. When his appointment time passed, he went to the receptionist and asked when he was going to see the doc. She explained about the delay, due to the snow, and told him there was only one person ahead of him (that would be me.) Now, at this point, my scheduled time has come and gone, so I too was going to be late. He loudly asked the receptionist to tell (TELL!) the person in front of him (me) that he was busy and needed to go first. She sheepishly looked over at me, giving him the opportunity to turn to me and tell (TELL!) me that he needed to go first. I politely looked at him and then the clock, and said "I'm sorry, No. I'm late getting back to work myself." and went back to knitting. He sputtered about his time being valuable, and if people can't make it on time, it's not his fault, and he needs to go before me. I looked at him again and told him I WAS on time for my appointment, and that I was going next. Again, back to knitting. He actually walked over to me and stood in front of me and said "Your time can't be valuable if all you do is KNIT!" and then stood there expecting an answer. I again looked at him and said "Your opinion doesn't mean shit to me, and I'm still going next." Back to knitting, wondering to myself if an orthopaedic surgeon would be able to retrieve a 5mm bamboo dpn from this guy's eye without damage. (to the needle, not the eye). Then I realized that I was on a deadline to get these mittens done, and didn't want to waste time looking for another needle.

Dickhead finally realized I wasn't backing down, and went to the receptionist and demanded another appointment time. He got one in March. I think I actually laughed out loud as he stalked out.

It gets better...

right after he leaves, the nice, quiet older lady sitting next to me takes out her cell phone, calls her friend Mary and proceeds to describe the whole situation to her! "You should have seen it Mary , the girl sittin' here crocheting (I sighed and ignored that part) wouldn't let this guy go first! He was steamed too, and she sat there calm as anything, crocheting away! Mary, you should have been here!" And she looks over at me, grinning ear to ear. After hanging up, she smiles at me and says "crocheting is fine dear, but sewing is so much faster. You should learn to sew - you'd be able to make things so much faster"

I could have explained that I was knitting. I could have explained that I do sew, and each endeavour has it's own function and that they are so very different.

But all I said was "It's too much trouble to carry my sewing machine around with me. That's why I knit."

Then I got called in, got the diagnosis on my knee. (slight tear to the meniscus, my choice for surgery or not). Thanks, no. I'll call you if it gets worse, but if I can avoid cutting, I'll avoid it.

I laughed all the way back to work, answered an email from Lucky and decided to wait and let her read this today. And I thought only Stephanie had experiences like this...