People Watching

Today was a great day for People Watching in my corner of the world.



My dad had a doctor's appointment. People Watching is at it's best in waiting rooms. Have you ever noticed that?



My dad checked out very well today. For the shape that he is in, he is in good shape. The doctor was very pleased.



From there he had to have some lab work done. While waiting we realized just how awful it is to call and spill out ones symptoms to the receptionist at the doctor's office. My dad is in need of new hearing aids, so I don't think he could hear all that those of us with good hearing were exposed to. Yucky stuff. I was going to post the receptionists end of the conversation, but I will spare you the gory and disgusting details. There was a woman who was 92 and one who looked to be in her 70's who were nearly writhing on the floor in mixed fits of hilarity and disgust over the details we were being forced to listen to. This is why I ALWAYS email my doctor's office. Oh, I'm sure they get passed around and laughed at just as much. But no one is verbally subjected to my ailments. Excepting, of course, my immediate family.

Now, no day of People-Watching would be complete without at trip to Old Country Buffet.

Funny, how 'old country' means something completely different to each segment of immigrants in this land of ours. Most of the people there from MY 'old-country' were dressed in the ugliest holiday sweaters I have EVER seen. It was extremely busy at OCB today. I'm not sure why. We found the only remaining booth, which was directly across from a group of four women who had the foulest mouths I've heard in a very long time. In just the time it took me to eat my steamed green beans, I was subjected to the F-word no less than six times and at least a dozen various and sundry profanity strung together at odd angles. This from a grandmother, in front of her tiny granddaughter.

Anyway, these charming ladies seemed to have majored in 'kick-a$$', or at least it seemed so, as apparently that is what they had planned to do, from henceforth and forevermore. Now, maybe if I had given birth to offspring whom had recently bashed in my TV and DVD player, I might be singing a different tune. Who knows. After they left, the entire restaurant seemed to breath a collective sigh of relief. So glad my dad's hearing aid is working poorly at present.

We also partook of some Primate-Watching. At the mall was a man with an organ-grinder style monkey. This was taking place right across from the Santa Claus display. The monkey had a more immediate affect on the children and old ladies. Much more so than did Santa, for whom one must wait 15 more days for a reply. The monkey promised nothing. I find that appealing in a primate.

So. After all that waiting, listening, eating and watching we still had more stops to make.

It was 2:45 when we arrived at the nursing home. My mom was at Bible study. God bless the pastors who minister to those in what can only be called 'Heaven's Waiting Room'. My mom looked great and was very calm and content. I met a wonderful Down's woman who must have told me that she loved me at least six times. After about the fifth time, I realized it would behoove me to love her, too. It wasn't hard to do. She used to have a dog named Smokey. She choked up telling me that. I used to have a dog named Niki. I still choke up when I talk about her.

I arrived home just before THGGM did. I've been watching him since.

Tomorrow two very little people will be coming to play. I'll gladly watch them, too.

It's never a bad day with people to watch.