Jeweled Vixen

I had an appointment with the ophthalmologist this afternoon. It's located at the big medical center where I see three of my other doctors. Of course, all the handicapped spaces were taken, so I had to hike a half-mile to the building. When I signed in, you had to put your name and the time of your appointment on the paper. I saw above me that at least 3 other people had signed in for a 1:30 appointment. No biggie, I thought, there are two other doctors in the office. Oh, no! She was the only one there. So I spent most of my time sitting waiting.

After the assistant took me in to do a quick check of my eyes and do the glaucoma test, etc, she had me sit in another area. There was a couple, probably in their 60's sitting there. I sat down on the other side of the end table with the magazines. I closed my eyes and almost dozed off when he started belching. All of a sudden, banjo music started playing, loudly. It was her cell phone. She couldn't get it out of her purse and the caller hung up. Then she belched. Then he farted. I kid you not. I sat there for all of ten minutes. If I had felt better, I would have been biting my lip to keep from laughing.

Finally I got to see the doctor. My eyes are fine, but I do need new glasses. She gave me a prescription and I'll get that filled at Walmart next month. I'll be much cheaper.