I was amazed at the number of rude, bitter, complaining men in the waiting room.
One was dropping F bombs, and there were two little girls sitting behind him. When I asked him to “please curb his cussing, there were children behind him”. He cursed me, and shook his fist in threat to me. I laughed at the little man, and raised my phone to take his picture. He promptly sat back and shut up, something tells me he’d been in trouble for threatening assault before.
When the two little girls were ushered out of the waiting room, another man started complaining loudly. He didn’t drop any F bombs, but there were plenty of 4 letter words, and he stormed out of the office because he’d been waiting an hour for the doctor. Before he got to the door, he banged on the sliding glass window at the nurses station. They didn’t answer him promptly, so he yelled to the rest of us that the office was closed.
What is worse, being subjected to a bitter person’s tirade, or God Forbid, being that bitter person?
On this 5th day of Christmas, I’m grateful for good doctors. I’m grateful for a loving husband who would have come running to my rescue, if I had but hollered. I’m grateful for the presence of mind to laugh at the old Scrooge, and not curse back at him. I’m grateful for the gumption to stand up in the face of a bully, and not just tolerate such evil behavior.
I’m grateful for this season. My husband and I had a lovely dinner after his tests. We walked through the beautifully decorated Town Center before we drove home, and enjoyed the lights and the balmy temperature.