Thursday, May 26, 2005

Today I'm at the chiropractor's office for my monthly back adjustment. As I'm waiting to pay and leave, another patient is in front of me. During the process of him scheduling his next appointment, the receptionist asks about his availability at a certain day and time. This idiot then begins to recite his entire plan for this day, outlining the local suburbs he'll be visiting, who he will be visiting, etc, before coming to the final conclusion if the suggested time would possibly work for him. In the words of Bugs Bunny, "what a maroon." If anyone deserves a swift kick in the pants, it's this idiot. We don't care the least bit about your crappy schedule, can you make the freakin' appointment and get out?