For the third time in less than a week I find myself sitting and waiting. Now, as the Mama of two active teens I’m kind of a pro at this part of the gig. I sit and wait at Dance pick up. After volley ball practice. For the school bell to ring so I can dash one kid to the orthodontist and drop the other off at her part-time job on the way. But this week there has been more sitting and waiting than usual. I’ve found my butt sitting and waiting in the physiotherapists office as my oldest kiddo managed to do a bang up job spraining her ankle and rehab has become our number one priority.
Most times, sitting in this professional office has been…Okay. I arrive with my laptop, sit in the overcrowded space, and try and get some work done while my daughter does her best to speed up the healing process in the back. She’s working hard…and now I’m working hard, to control my tongue. I don’t know if I’m just getting older or some people are just plain rude.
The loud cell phone talker? I can not escape you! And neither can anyone else in this space. Your conversation is SO loud, we now all know HOW important you are, what your plans are for dinner, and that your friend Dar can just “suck it”. Maybe you could try the texting app on your phone for a while?
If the guy sitting next to me cracks his knuckles (all of them?) one more time. I think I’m going to cry. Perhaps he’s nervous about his upcoming appointment, but that knuckle cracking habit he has …It’s making me feel sick to my stomach.
The parent to my left arrived with her 6 year old. The 6 year old has an iPad. The iPad is playing the same clip of a movie over, and over, and over again. She likes it. No, she loves it. I do not. For the love of all things holy get that kid some freaking headphones.
Did that grown man just pick his nose? In public? Oh yes, yes he did.
The party girls are also here today. Three of them. Perhaps supporting the one injured friend? I don’t know exactly what happened at the party last night, but apparently it was as dramatic and shocking as any scene from the Hangover because they are vacillating between fits of hysterical giggling and screams of horror. Girls, this is not a sorority house, it’s not even a coffee shop (although I think you would be annoying me at Starbucks too) Please take it down a notch.
Should I mention that Dr. Phil is playing on the office Television? This should be a fabulous distraction from the little pockets of chaos in this warm office, instead it’s making me want to rock back and forth and put my fingers in my ears. The signal keeps getting lost causing Dr. Phil to alternate between loud stuttering and just being static. Ack.
I know I’m not sitting in a library, but shouldn’t there be some sense of social decorum when gathered in a small space…just waiting. Please, send ear plugs, patience and maybe…wine.
Not a good way to behave
Some people are so inconsiderate to others,it’s a shame some folks have to be that way !