one time I had an early, 6 pm, appointment and showed up early. I was out before my allotted time, so I thought i'd try it again.
to my absolute horror I saw 5 cars in the parking lot. what.....?
oh well, nothing to it, I pulled up next to the doctor's very dusty car in my newly washed wheels. (saxon: "why did you not just let the machine wash it?" "cheaper to do it yourself." "but, you're wasting water you have to pay for!" honestly, that kid...)
to my surprise I see the doctor sitting in his car.
we get out and he says "you're early!" we discuss my shiny car and he goes in. I unload the kids, follow him. "bon soir."
he's standing in the waiting room. ??? the door to his office is closed. ???
eventually he goes into his office and after a while a guy leaves. ??? "bon soir." a choir of bon soirs follows him out.
doc calls in the first patient.
it's an old guy and it takes a while. ditto with the second. the next customer leaves to another chorus of "bon soirs" - and the doc follows him out. ???
he comes back in, calls the next one, while profusely apologizing for the lateness.
the kids play tic-tac-toe and are perfect angels.
I study the lady next to me. she's elderly, with dark, very red hair, impeccably dressed, keeps digging in her prada bag, which looks like it also has had a rough life. she says nothing apart from the compulsory greetings. she looks resigned.
finally it's our turn.
I give the doctor my notes, with the google s c translation. the doctor cracks up! "this, this translation!!!!" yep, I know, that's why I gave him both the English and the French versions.
ok, he tells squeaki to hop up onto the table. but the phone rings, so he answers. he hangs up, but now someone is knocking on the window. "come in!" I call and the doc is shaking his head, goes to get an envelope proffered.
back to squeaki and her throat. she gets poked and prodded, declared ok for the throat issue..
the phone rings. he writes down an appointment.
when he's done with squeaki's paperwork and explained what needs to be done about her headaches, it's my turn. let's start with the b/p....
someone's knocking on the window.
he leaves me sitting with his cuff, goes to see what this is about now. he then gets a bunch of paperwork, stamps it, hands it to the guy, comes back and...
the phone rings.
"i think i'm going crazy... no, I think i'm already there..."
but, he's worth the hassle...