My financial controller had to have an eye surgery and we had to arrive an hour before the appointed appointment time. Yes, you did understand that correctly. Don’t ask me why we had to be an hour early. I’m guessing it was for us to enjoy the show.
The surgery clinic has a waiting room about the size of a refrigerator box so when we got there we had to climb over a room full of people to find the last two seats. The place was packed. It only took a couple of minutes to find out why. It seems that when one goes in for eye surgery, one should bring all of your next of kin and friends with you. During the time we were there, no one came in with their pets, but there were many stories about them.
A brief overview of the group included one lady that talked on her cell phone the whole time we were there, about three hours, although there were signs stating, NO CELL PHONES! Then there was “Gabbyell.” She wanted everyone to know she was there and would talk to strangers across the room even though they tried to ignore her. My favorite was the woman that would get up and watched those coming out of surgery to see how big the bandage on their eye was. Then she would walk over everybody to get back to her seat and argue with her daughter that kept telling her not to do that.
And, the good news is that we get to go back in a couple of weeks to have the other eye done. By then, Texas new open carry gun law will be in effect. Surely, you say, that I would not wear a gun on my hip when we go there again.
Wanna bet?
PMO
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