Maybe it’s the heat wave that brings out the complaints. I don’t rant too often; here are a few of my favorite pet peeves:
Doctor Waiting Rooms
I got off the elevator and saw two posters: Waiting Room A, Waiting Room B. Finding the name I was looking for, I entered A. This group of about 30 orthopedists have an entire floor of offices. A friend had referred me to this practice; it was time to figure out what was wrong with my cranky right knee.
Room A, packed with patients. The television, large & loud, dominated the room. Though a few magazines were scattered on tables, most people watched the soccer game on TV, slept, or fiddled with their smart phones. Whenever the entrance door opened and the nurse appeared to call another name, people sat up a bit taller, hoping.
Blocking out the television, I read the magazines, including Men’s Health. Then I opened my novel, Karen Russell’s Swamplandia* one of the non-Pulitzer winners. Before I could read a sentence, a guy sitting near me began playing a game on his phone that manifested itself with ear piercing beeps every few seconds. He woke the sleepers, annoyed the soccer fans, and broke any concentration I had. Fortunately, the doctor this man was seeing was called into an emergency; he and his phone left and I returned to my book.
Later that day, I met my husband and daughter at a restaurant in New York City. Here’s what I hate about restaurants:
Unisex bathrooms. Really, these are ok at home, not in public.
A long recitation of the day’s specials. I forget the first by the time the waiter reaches the last. What’s so hard about writing them on a chalkboard?
No water, no menus when I sit down. I’m there to order and eat, not sit and wait.
*Swamplandia: I managed to finish it while waiting for the md, and waiting for the x-rays. I liked the first half and then it didn’t grab me. But I’d already gone through all the magazines. Lesson learned: bring more than one book.
Ortho report: Possible meniscus tear. Going for MRI next week. Ugh. No running or biking for a while. I’m sure I’ll write and complain about it.
I’d love to hear your pet peeves!