Along those lines -- Listening to two people argue over who is NOT going to pay the bill.
Person 1 -- I'll pay it.
Person 2 -- No, I will (shoves money back at person 1)
Person 1 -- No, I insist (shoves money back at person 2)
This shit drives me nuts, and I usually try to end it by taking the money myself. If neither of them wants it, I'll gladly take it.
This reminds me of a scene from
Father Ted, an excellent BBC comedy from the 90s. The two women who were arguing over who would pay, and it got physical and eventually both ended up going to jail for disturbing the peace.
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Honestly, I know this is just complaining, but I hate waiting in the lobby of my psychiatrist's office. I mean for a man who professionally treats patients with OCD, anxiety and such all day, he sure does set up a terrifying experience for them in that waiting room. I won't go into details, but it's a very small room with a ticking clock, haphazard magazines, ceiling panels that are not symmetric, etc. Pfizer or whatever company makes it must be paying my doctor under the table to prescribe as much Xanax as he possibly can. I know I had to pop 2mgs before even attempting that waiting room today.
My appointment today was for 11:00am. Now I had been up until around 7:00am, so I wanted to get as much sleep as possible before having to get up and go. So I called the office around 9:00 asking essentially what *real* time my appointment would be (since I generally end up waiting for about an hour it seems...). The receptionist paused and then said "Your appointment is for 11:00, just like you said. I don't understand what you are asking." So I gave up, went in, and then WENT IN at 11:48. I mean can't the receptionists kind of give you something akin to a flight delay? A "doctor delay"? If I opened my own practice, I would give my patients this luxary. I might not get as much commission from the pharm companies, but I'm a man of principle, not profit.
Then the woman who works the receptionist desk. If I were born a woman, I'd have a sex change to become a man just so I wouldn't have to exist as the with the shame of being of the same sex as this woman. I would say that it's hard enough being of the same species, but I think her intelligence level precludes her from being human anyway. ANYWAY, she apparently misplaced my entire file since my last visit. So I had to fill out a new set of paperwork. And I did.
So I get a call this afternoon.
Receptionist: Redleader, there's something wrong.
Redleader: What?
Receptionist: We found your original files, and what you've listed is inconsistant.
Redleader: Can you be more specific?
Receptionist: Your current medications aren't consistent. You've listed different things on the different forms.
Redleader: That's becuase I filled that out before my first visit with your boss. And now, after about a dozen visits, he's given me a couple new medicines.
Receptionist: What do you mean?
Redleader: That's...becuase...I...filled... ...
Receptionist: Nevermind, sorry to bother you.
Are you serious? She couldn't have figured this out on her own? Furtermore, couldn't have figured it out once I spelled it out to her? I mean was I supposed to fill out the form according to my past self? Including my old address and phone number as well?
This is just an example. I don't think I've had a visit yet where she didn't do something idiotic. If my doctor wasn't really great, I would never go to this place again, and probably protest it a la an abortion clinic.
