I have a new pet peeve. Music in the doctor’s office waiting room. Let me amend that…loud music in the doctor’s office waiting room. No wait…loud music in the doctor’s office waiting room performed by people I don’t even like.
Tuesday morning I went to my family doctor to see if I could get some relief from these pesky, painful back spasms I’ve been having lately (a wonderful additional effect of the injury). So it is a given that when I arrived there, I wasn’t in the best of moods, and I didn’t feel perky and happy and ready to listen to Shania Twain talk about ‘feeling like a woman’. In fact, if I could have reached up into the ceiling speaker I would have wrapped my one good hand around her little neck and squeezed that twangy voice right out existence. Yes, I was a tad cranky.
Being it’s early in the year, there is a requirement to fill out new paperwork. The nurse called me up to the desk and handed me a clipboard with the paperwork. (Oh, she had seen me hobble to my seat and waited until I was settled and ONLY after I was settled did she call me back to the desk). (stupid woman) As I took the clipboard, I nicely asked her if she could please turn the music down a notch. Really…I was very polite and I asked nicely and I even smiled. She looked at me and said that the patients liked it just the way it was. Wow. I was not prepared for that. Nor was I prepared to fight with her; I was too busy trying to figure out how I was going to walk all the way back to my chair without stabbing someone in their neck with my pen.
On the return trip to my chair I took a quick peek around the waiting room to see if the patients were, in fact, enjoying the music. I will concede that there was one gentleman who was tapping his foot. Then again he could have had a specific foot affliction resulting in some type of palsy which had nothing to do with the music blaring through the room. Unfortunately, he was tapping in time. (stupid man) As for the rest of the folks, they looked and sounded sick. There were looks of pain and I truly believe at least 60% of those pained looks were the direct result of being bombarded by Shania Twain at 9:00 in the morning.
I guess I shouldn’t complain too much; they could have been playing It’s a Small World…