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| Give me my pills...!! |
Today I had to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy (chemist) and when I arrived there were already two people in line. They had obviously been there a while because the pharmacist had a blank look on his face and kept rolling his eyes.
The problem.... they were chatting. Not just any old chat, mind you. This is where I came in...
Mum 1: ... yes, they keep getting ear infections and nothing helps ...
Mum 2: [Interrupting] Oh, mine used to get those all the time...
Mum 1: ... they had to have the surgery, with the tube thingies in their ears, and they were only TWO, both of them had to have the same thing
Mum 2: Yes, mine had that too. But luckily at his age he only gets sick about once a year now
["He" was standing right next to her and she was talking as if he wasn't even there]
Mum 1: Does it get better as they get older? We only manage to go on date night once a month now and I keep telling my husband it will be better when they get older..
Mum 2: Well mine's in a travel hockey team and we have to go all over the state, so we don't get date night either
Mum 1: So it doesn't get any better? I've got girls, so they won't be into sports hopefully, but they will want to do dancing, so it will be the same thing, I expect. But we love football, so I wish I had a boy, we will just have to put up with dancing...
Mum 2: You poor thing....
Blah, blah, blah...
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| chat or gossip? |
It went on for at least another couple of minutes, before the pharmacist gave a polite cough to encourage Mum 1 to pay and, well, basically, get out! (Apparently he has some Brit in him too)
I'm sure this same thing happens in England all the time, but it dawned on me that we just don't ever speak up for want of looking rude. Heaven forbid that we should make a scene.
So I did the obvious thing, I came home and ranted on here. Passive Aggressive at it's best.
Thank you, rant over.... you can resume your normal business now.
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