I visited a walk-in clinic this weekend to renew a prescription. I found a couple of them downtown that were open on Saturdays. I went to the one that advertised on their website to that they were open at 9:30 am, so I started with that one. What is it with websites these days – update them if your info changes. That is the point of a website – remember the printed word? How expensive and painful it was to change? Turns out that particular clinic was not open at all on Saturdays. So, I walked up to Yaletown – which seems to be my primary location for all things self maintenance – to find another clinic that opened at 10 am. I got there 25 minutes early and found no-one outside, so headed up to a coffee shop to get a waiting tea. I was back at 9:45 am sitting on the stoop out front. While I waited, several other patients arrived to wait.
There was one man with a cast on his leg. And another family with small children. I edged closer to the door so as to ensure that these interlopers – no matter how needy they might look in comparison to me – could not squirm in front of me.
When the door was unlocked – 5 minutes early – I casually leapt in front of the others. Bad leg? I don’t care. Screaming kid? No my problem. You look pretty healthy buddy, you can wait. (the irony of my healthy look is lost on me).
May 12th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: First in, First on the list, and yet I didn’t see a doctor until 10:20 am.
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