Grandpa has a few doctor’s appointments this week, the first of which was yesterday. He had to have a big thing scrapped of his head (um, I almost gagged when they were doing it, had to stick my fingers in my ears and hum). So we’re sitting in the waiting room (for a long time), and grandpa decides he wants to chat:
Grandpa: "I read in the news today that there are 79 million obese people in the United States… I think they all live in Oregon"
Me: (in a whisper) "Grandpa stop!"
Grandpa: "Why do you always stop me, don’t you want to know the truth?"
Me: "Sometimes it’s not appropriate."
Ya, like when there is a very over-weight person right across from us staring. Oh my lord, how embarrassing. Then he had to get up and complain that his appointment should be on time, and he was in the military and people did things when they said they would. I just kept apologizing to the nurse. Though I was sort of laughing inside (which made me have the foresight to take notes on my iPhone, which I often do). I mean it totally reminds me of a little kid, or I guess me as a little kid. My mom’s told me I said things like, "Why is that woman wearing clown makeup?" So karmic payback I guess.
But isn’t it amazing that California is so wonderful? Who knew they had no traffic, no obese people, and perfectly timed appointments? Not me!