(In response to last week’s column)
“Pardon my French” is a euphemism to excuse one from using slang or vulgar English. It’s odd that we say this because none of the crudeness out of our mouths has anything to do with the French language. It should probably be said. “Excuse my ignorance” due to the fact that some of the common swear words aren’t or shouldn’t be in any dictionary.
I do have to apologize for referring to all truckers as using crass language. My sweet niece has recently become a trucker and I can’t recall ever hearing her using language that is offensive and I’m sure there are many others.
With that being said, you have to admit that in the appropriate place when you’re telling a great joke, dropping the “F” bomb makes it all that much funnier.
I’m writing this as I sit in the waiting room of my OBGYN. My appointment was scheduled for 11:00 and it is now 12:30 and I’m still waiting. I anticipated a wait so I brought my computer, but sometimes it gets a little ridiculous.
I’m not clumping all doctors together, but there are certain physicians that are consistently running behind. I get the whole “there was an emergency” thing, and that they can’t know exactly what they’re getting into until the patient is actually on the table, but for some reason this just doesn’t seem fair. When the doctor gets to be an hour and a half behind, you’d think a courtesy phone call would be in order.
Now don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a good doctor that doesn’t treat you like you’re at a McDonald’s drive-through, but at some point respect has to go both ways. All good relationships of any kind are based on a mutual respect. If patients showed up two hours late for their appointment and stated that they had an emergency and proceeded to apologize for it, I doubt the doctor would see them (and for good reason).
It is funny to me how we idolize doctors. At a restaurant people get angry and have no problem complaining to the manager for slow service, yet we don’t have the backbone to say the same to a professional, If I’m not mistaken, the doctors are getting paid by us, but we’re still intimidated by the degree on the wall. I’m even getting nervous right now that I’m getting sassy in this column.
I mean no disrespect; I just wonder, is something I’m missing about the office procedure that keeps them from making a quick call to let the patient know ahead of time about the two hour wait?