I had an appointment yesterday. It was at the medical center clear across the state. Okay, so we’re in New Hampshire, so clear across means an hour and a half drive. Still…
I drove over and made it through all the construction, an accident, and all, (not mine) and arrived right on time. I got to the desk, checked in and the man says, “Oh, I’m sorry, your appointment isn’t until Friday. Didn’t anyone call you?”
No, no one called, no one wrote, even though they knew about this change before I went to Alaska! I was not pleased. I stood there and felt like crying. “Do you know how much it costs to fill my car up with gas?” He handed me a chit for gas. $10.00. That’ll hardly cover it, but I guess it’s better then nothing.
Still…
You exercised excellent control. I swear I’d have jumped the counter and rung his neck.. I hate days like that..Hope today gets better…
OK I am not being sarcastic here but what on earth is a “chit” for gas?