While I was sitting on the lobby, waiting for my turn to see the doctor, this middle aged guy sitting beside me struck up a conversation. He asked why I wanted to see the doctor, so I replied. I explained to him how I injured my knee and that I was here for a consultation. After that, I felt obliged to ask why he wanted to see the doctor - I guess that's how conversations in these situations go. So he replied and told me that he had an operation done on his spine and that this was a post-op visit.
Frankly, I was expecting that that was it - end of friendly patient-to-patient conversation. But, as it turns out, that guy was a total freak. I was really caught off guard. He suddenly started talking about THE-THREE-THINGS-WEIRDOS-LIKE-TO-TALK-ABOUT, i.e., religion, philosophy and government. What's worse, he kept asking me personal questions - the type of personal questions that neither your close friends nor your parents will dare ask while you're in a clinic lobby with many people who can easily hear what your saying. At that time, all I wanted to do was run out of the clinic and get away as far as possible.
So, his self-righteous and condescending ramblings went on for about thirty minutes, while I sat there without uttering a word, wishing I had a remote control where I can just press mute. Fortunately, he finally gave up after realizing that I wasn't buying any of his bullshit. So he opened his backpack, took out a Bible (I'm definitely sure that it was a bible because the letters H, O, L, Y, B, I, B, L, E were visible on the front cover) and he started reading it.
Up until now, I still could not make out what he was trying to do. I don't know if he was just plain old crazy or if, as the title of this post goes, a patient with a defective spine from hell.
Frankly, I was expecting that that was it - end of friendly patient-to-patient conversation. But, as it turns out, that guy was a total freak. I was really caught off guard. He suddenly started talking about THE-THREE-THINGS-WEIRDOS-LIKE-TO-TALK-ABOUT, i.e., religion, philosophy and government. What's worse, he kept asking me personal questions - the type of personal questions that neither your close friends nor your parents will dare ask while you're in a clinic lobby with many people who can easily hear what your saying. At that time, all I wanted to do was run out of the clinic and get away as far as possible.
So, his self-righteous and condescending ramblings went on for about thirty minutes, while I sat there without uttering a word, wishing I had a remote control where I can just press mute. Fortunately, he finally gave up after realizing that I wasn't buying any of his bullshit. So he opened his backpack, took out a Bible (I'm definitely sure that it was a bible because the letters H, O, L, Y, B, I, B, L, E were visible on the front cover) and he started reading it.
Up until now, I still could not make out what he was trying to do. I don't know if he was just plain old crazy or if, as the title of this post goes, a patient with a defective spine from hell.
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