Farmer H called me Wednesday, LIVID! He doesn't know what that word means, but he was.
"I got to the doctor today and they told me they canceled my appointment! They said, 'It was for 11:15, and you weren't here, so we canceled it.' That's BULLSH!T. I got there at 11:30, and they said they canceled my appointment!"
"Well, your appointment WAS for 11:15. They left a message."
"I KNOW it was for 11:15. But I always have to wait at least a half hour in the waiting room. I told them! 'I never get in at my appointment time! I don't see why I should get here on time just to sit and wait!' They said I could have an appointment in AUGUST. Or tomorrow. I told them, 'NO. I can't come tomorrow!' I'm going to tell my own doctor. I don't know why I have to go there anyway. He just checks my A1C. My own doctor does that anyway. Does bloodwork. I don't know why I have to go to this guy."
"The boys' doctor used to do that. Cancel an appointment if you weren't there at the appointment time. AND they charged for it! Didn't give the appointment, but charged. We were never late. And it's a pain waiting for an appointment with two kids in a room full of sick people. I didn't like their attitudes, either. But the #1 son really liked that guy, because they talked about computers. He's the one who didn't follow up on The Pony's pneumonia, and ended up sending him to a heart specialist. Doctors can get away with a lot."
Uh huh. Almost as much as TV meteorologists.