Last week I finally got my shit together and went in for that oh so dreaded yearly physical that we all hate. Um....and when I say yearly...I may mean every-other-two-and-a-half-yearly. Yeah. Hasn't been done since the kid came out. Oops.
So we do all that jazz, and then I'm told I have to come back next week, which would now be yesterday, for blood tests.
Blood tests that involve fasting.
I got to the clinic, shortly after it opened at 9am, and took my place in line behind the THREE other people that were already waiting. So it was nearly 10am before it was my turn. Goody.
Now, just in case you've never had the pleasure of hanging out with me, you should know that I'm the kind of person who when my blood sugar drops below a certain level, I become useless. I get dizzy, I can't think straight, I NEED to eat. Dipping below this critical level also makes me a mite bit cranky.
My husband is thinking to himself "A MITE bit cranky??"
OK....maybe a LOT bit cranky.
All this is a preamble to say that the experience that I'm about to tell you about next may have been slightly coloured by my hunger. But it STILL wasn't pretty.
So it's my turn.
"Next person come in please" the tech bellows from inside.
That was the END of the pleases. She must have given me 10 or 12 different instructions, which I obeyed like a good little patient, and not a single please escaped her lips.
"Take off your coat."
"Put your coat down on the bench."
"Sit down here."
"I need your right arm."
After she capped off the 5th or 6th vial, I lightheartedly turned to her and asked how many she was taking. "Just one more" she replied, while giving me a Class-A stink-eye. I know at that moment she seriously considered draining me of an extra litre or 2, just for daring to ask.
"Hold this here" as she pushes a wiry cotton ball to my arm.
Once I was appropriately band-aided and had my coat in my arms and was told "that's all, you can go," I smiled and said thanks.
Yeah, you have a nice day too!
So what IS IT with people? Where have the pleases and the thank-yous gone in our lives? Is it really that hard to throw in a "please" here and there? Conversely to Cruella DeLabtech, the other day I went through the Timmy drive through and got a "Thank You, have a great day!" from a young girl working at the window, and I think she REALLY meant it. I thought to myself at the time how nice it was, and how rare! Manners, and customer service is something that's seriously lacking these days, if y'all ask me!
It's something we're trying very hard to teach Griffin - a little bit of manners go a LONG way!
So, thanks for reading! And y'all come back now, please!