Appointment yesterday with my primary care physician. Wait in the lobby. Of course.Finally in the examination room to wait a bit longer. Betimes, the doctor came in, all cheery and "How are you doing?" etc.
I said, "While sitting out there this afternoon, I was wondering if I was going to have to look for a physician whose office staff had better taste in music; but not a problem, I fell asleep anyway."
She said, "Did they turn the station?"
"I don't know," I replied, "but I don't do too well with the rap and hip-hop."1
"I can't stand it, either," she averred.
Oops, looks as though I may have inadvertantly got some one in trouble.2
1I know not the difference, if any, between "rap" and "hip-hop." I do know that the only element of "music" involved in either is the "beat." They are atonal, no melody, no harmony, no listening by these ears.
2Dr.'s hubby is office mgr. There are two young ladies there, too.
5 comments:
I would rather sit in complete silence than hear most of the canned music playing in most establishments. I suppose it is mostly for the young beeboppers,
beehoppers, or something like that.
Bob
Bob, right. I did "improve the time" though. I went to sleep. Everybody in the waiting room laughed at me when the nurse woke me up.
Yesterday I read a humorous one liner:
"Eat healthy! Be fit! Die anyway!"
*chuckle*
Love the funny footnotes. I just read a book that used that technique.
Rebecca, too true. I think I'll have another slice of that lemon meringue pie!
Shark, thanks. Footnotes can save one a lot of bother about "fitting" the material into the story! (Or they may be the story?)
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