Cell Phones Warning

 

Let's be honest now folks. What do you do when you are in a waiting room; like at the doctor's, the dentist, hairdresser, chiropodist or anywhere else where you have to wait your turn? Do you read those posh magazines about high living, or wonderful homes and gardens, or sports, cars or horses? Or do you consult your cell-phone?

I went to see the doctor the other day. The poor chap was not feeling well and I took him some grapes and various fruit. I waited in the waiting room. There were another four people there waiting to be seen for various illnesses and excuses not to go to work. They were all looking intensively into their cell-phones.

What are they doing? I wondered. Are they checking their texts? How many texts do people receive a day? I get hardly any. Or are they sending texts? How many friends do they have to send texts to? Or are they on social media telling the whole world they are at the doctor for treatment of some personal infection? Maybe they are just playing computer games on their cell phones.

I leant side-ways casually and nonchalantly to see what the man next to me was doing. He was typing furiously. I noticed that he was writing his last will and testament. That's hardly a good advert for the doctor he was about to see; I thought.

I offered him a pickled onion from the jar I was enjoying. He shook his head and moved slightly away in his seat. I pulled out a KFC leg from my pocket and offered it instead. He said "no thanks ..." and moved to another chair. I ate the KFC myself and was left with just the bone. What do you do with the bone in the doctor's waiting room? They don't have bins for chicken legs and I could hardly leave it on the table next to the posh magazines. The other people were looking at me; so I put the bone inside my sock to throw it away later. I could not put it in my pocket because I had a bacon sandwich there.

It was my turn to go to the doctor's insulting room.   

He seemed a little better than when I last saw him. That time he got angry when a whole tub of coleslaw fell out of my pocket and onto his new carpet. You should have heard his language. Totally unbecoming of a medic.

This time he suggested I consult a vet instead! I wonder what he meant.

So, do you use your cell phone whilst waiting? Or do you enjoy a KFC, or a pickled onion or ...