“Hello Doctors’ Surgery”
“Good morning, may I have an appointment for tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow’s Good Friday!”
“That’s the one.”
“We don’t open on a Good Friday”
“Really? Why not?”
“errrr … It’s Good Friday”
“I think we ascertained that. Historically aren’t people ill on a Good Friday?”
“It’s a bank holiday, doctors don’t work”
“Doctors really ought to give it a try …..85% of the world does. What you’re saying is I can catch a bus or a taxi to B&Q and buy a rawl plug, or Tesco for a box of cocktail sticks however expecting a doctor to be at his desk is a wish too far ….. what about Monday?”
“Well that’s a bank holiday too, doctors like to enjoy the same benefits as everybody else.”
“And I’m sure everybody else would like to enjoy the benefits of a doctor’s salary at £110K as well, but we can’t, because this is the real world…………Tuesday then?”
“He’s phoning in on Tuesday.”
“Is he really? If you go outside your building and look up on the wall to the right of the door, you’ll see a sign proudly proclaiming that you have 10 doctors at that practice. Don’t bother me with the one that has suddenly discovered the convenience of the telephone. I’ll have an appointment with one of the other nine that still see the efficiency of attending and seeing their patients face to face.”
“What?”
“Please may I have an appointment with one of the doctors who will be in the surgery on Tuesday, thank you.”
“I just told you the one doctor on duty on Tuesday will only be phoning in.”
“I am intrigued to know his motives however I’m nervous to ask you, so can I have one on Wednesday in the morning?”
“No, we’re very busy most of Wednesday.”
“You don’t say!….. you mean after being closed from Friday straight through until Wednesday you unexpectedly find yourselves packed out? How inconsiderate of the sick, you’d think they would plan their illnesses better, what with you only having ten doctors and all.
Tell you what, here’s a mad idea, instead of me guessing when you have a slot how about you tell me?”
“Wednesday 15.20.”
“It’s a date! Incidentally I’m on Earth, which part of the Horse’s Head Nebulae are you on?”
Click
To myself … “Obviously the arse!”
and you got an appt on the wed, call me old fashioned …
10 month waiting list at Stroud maternaty hospital.