Staying busy without becoming obnoxious
I was cleaning my bag out today - a good idea considering how heavy it was getting - in the winter, the bulkier your clothing, the tricker it is to wear a backpack designed for, I’ll argue, small people.
Everything was different in the summer, though.
In the summer - a scant 3 months ago - I sat in a waiting room, waiting to have my eyes checked out.
I was on study leave, so I was feeling nice and carefree - as much as that’s possible when you have a big huge exam looming on the horizon, anyway.
What does this have to do with my bag?
I found a slip of paper with some random notes along with this observation:
A woman asks if she’s going to have to ‘endure’ 45 minute wait at the doctor’s office near her workplace. “I have a ton of work to do and I can’t afford to be sitting around that long!” she cries.
If my memory serves me correctly, I think she wandered off. I’m not sure if she ever came back, as I only waited another 5 or 10 minutes.
Taking that little experience at face value, that’s not necessarily worth something paying attention to - yes, waiting sucks and people do have lots of work to do.
And if that woman had just said that in a civil manner to find out if her appointment was going to occur on time, I wouldn’t think anything of it.
But her obnoxiousness was both off-putting and mindblowing. I hope for the sake of whoever she interacts with on a daily basis that she was having a bad day and not always acting like a freak. I suspect, though, that this was her normal behaviour. Which is a shame.