It's always something, right? So, today I took John back to Dr. Essman for his 2nd post op appointment. All is GREAT. Healing extremely well...photos of the eye are all clear. Yayyyy!
While I was waiting on him to get the eyedrops, then the photos before we actually go back and wait for the doctor, I noticed this very nicely dressed lady probably mid to late 50's sitting with and older lady and the older lady's husband. He used a cane and seemed to be in some pain when he walked. They were there for the older lady.
Okay, so John is back doing the eyedrop thing and even though these three people are sitting down in the next section from me, the nicely dressed lady is speaking directly toward me so I can hear practically everything she is spewing out of her very pink lipsticked mouth!
She was going on and on about her ex-husband who doesn't have anything-won't even have enough money to buy a casket when he's dead. Oh, yes, she said it. And that her three children probably wouldn't be giving her any grandchildren because two out of the three were gay and the third, well....(insert uncomfortable, trailing laugh here.) Then she was talking about some lady they had known when they were younger and how thin and pretty she'd been and the nicely dressed lady had seen her not to long ago and she was fat and ugly now. What a shame...she was SO thin and pretty-her words, people...not mine.
This goes on for a good 10 minutes or so while I'm sitting there by myself. Then, they call the older ladies name to come to the room. A couple of minutes later, the man decides he wants to go back with her so the nicely dressed lady takes him back...THEN (insert the descending dun dun DUN!) she sits down directly across from me. MY THOUGHT BUBBLE...(Oh, holy shit...you've got to be freakin' kiddin' me...where the hell is John...I look like shit, I feel like shit, no make-up, my hair looks terrible, I've got on a visor to try and hide that fact, I'm coughing like I've got some kind of lung disease and she's going to fucking sit here and yammer at me now? REALLY???? Continue thought bubble...Lady, if you know what's good for you and that $500.00 Coach bag you've got there, you'll get your skinny, old ass up, wrap those pink, fake, fingernail laden, wrinkled hands around the handles of that prior thought out Coach bag and walk in those expensive assed Prada heels right on back down to where you were sitting before.) End thought bubble.
That didn't happen. She talked at me-nonstop-about her business and working 16 and 18 hour days and how she was there with her oldest sister and brother-in-law and she had no idea why in the world they didn't call their children to take them to doctors appointments...like she doesn't work...and she was pissed a few months back because she drove them to Springfield for a doctors appointment and then the next day the two of them drove down to Branson and farted around down there for 3 days...if they can drive to Branson, they can drive themselves to Springfield to the doctor...and on and on and on and on and on....WAIT...There's JOHN...Oh thank GOD in the heavenly wilderness...it was time to go back and wait for the doctor!
I stood up, grabbed my bright, red, patent leather, Liz Claiborne bag that was $76.00 but with the sale and my coupon it ended up costing me $13.79...I smiled at John and he gave me that look...the one that says "what's going on?" and as I turned to walk with him and the nurse back to the room, the nicely dressed yammering lady said..."Ooooo....I love your purse." And with that I said, "Thank you." and walked back to the room.
I have to admit, I thought about coughing on her. During her diatribe about nothing that I was interested in listening to...I seriously thought...if I cough on her this next time, and leave spittle droplets on her expensive glasses as I cough and gag...she'll leave me alone." But, I didn't. She was one of the most self-absorbed people I've ever met. But, I have to say...I loved her shoes and purse!
While I was waiting on him to get the eyedrops, then the photos before we actually go back and wait for the doctor, I noticed this very nicely dressed lady probably mid to late 50's sitting with and older lady and the older lady's husband. He used a cane and seemed to be in some pain when he walked. They were there for the older lady.
Okay, so John is back doing the eyedrop thing and even though these three people are sitting down in the next section from me, the nicely dressed lady is speaking directly toward me so I can hear practically everything she is spewing out of her very pink lipsticked mouth!
She was going on and on about her ex-husband who doesn't have anything-won't even have enough money to buy a casket when he's dead. Oh, yes, she said it. And that her three children probably wouldn't be giving her any grandchildren because two out of the three were gay and the third, well....(insert uncomfortable, trailing laugh here.) Then she was talking about some lady they had known when they were younger and how thin and pretty she'd been and the nicely dressed lady had seen her not to long ago and she was fat and ugly now. What a shame...she was SO thin and pretty-her words, people...not mine.
This goes on for a good 10 minutes or so while I'm sitting there by myself. Then, they call the older ladies name to come to the room. A couple of minutes later, the man decides he wants to go back with her so the nicely dressed lady takes him back...THEN (insert the descending dun dun DUN!) she sits down directly across from me. MY THOUGHT BUBBLE...(Oh, holy shit...you've got to be freakin' kiddin' me...where the hell is John...I look like shit, I feel like shit, no make-up, my hair looks terrible, I've got on a visor to try and hide that fact, I'm coughing like I've got some kind of lung disease and she's going to fucking sit here and yammer at me now? REALLY???? Continue thought bubble...Lady, if you know what's good for you and that $500.00 Coach bag you've got there, you'll get your skinny, old ass up, wrap those pink, fake, fingernail laden, wrinkled hands around the handles of that prior thought out Coach bag and walk in those expensive assed Prada heels right on back down to where you were sitting before.) End thought bubble.
That didn't happen. She talked at me-nonstop-about her business and working 16 and 18 hour days and how she was there with her oldest sister and brother-in-law and she had no idea why in the world they didn't call their children to take them to doctors appointments...like she doesn't work...and she was pissed a few months back because she drove them to Springfield for a doctors appointment and then the next day the two of them drove down to Branson and farted around down there for 3 days...if they can drive to Branson, they can drive themselves to Springfield to the doctor...and on and on and on and on and on....WAIT...There's JOHN...Oh thank GOD in the heavenly wilderness...it was time to go back and wait for the doctor!
I stood up, grabbed my bright, red, patent leather, Liz Claiborne bag that was $76.00 but with the sale and my coupon it ended up costing me $13.79...I smiled at John and he gave me that look...the one that says "what's going on?" and as I turned to walk with him and the nurse back to the room, the nicely dressed yammering lady said..."Ooooo....I love your purse." And with that I said, "Thank you." and walked back to the room.
I have to admit, I thought about coughing on her. During her diatribe about nothing that I was interested in listening to...I seriously thought...if I cough on her this next time, and leave spittle droplets on her expensive glasses as I cough and gag...she'll leave me alone." But, I didn't. She was one of the most self-absorbed people I've ever met. But, I have to say...I loved her shoes and purse!
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