This Old Bitch at the Doctor's Office

Another doctor, and more waiting. Another doctor's office, and more forms forms forms. Doctor says, "Time for more x-rays." Go to x-ray place, get MORE x-rays.

There were some attractive women in the physical therapy office today. One even smiled at me--repeatedly. BUT it's a physical therapy office. They may think I'm a cripple. And who wants a cripple?

To make it seem that I was just fine, I tried to make it look like I'd simply escorted someone else. Hurriedly, I looked around the office and saw this old woman with a cane trying to walk up to the counter. Fast--I grabbed her by the arm to help her forward.

She did panic a little. She got this look on her face and tried pulling away from me. The girl that smiled at me--well, the smile was starting to falter. "DAMN IT," I thought. "I've got to make it look like I'm helping her!" I gently shook the old woman to try quieting her down.

Here, she began shouting at me in Armenian. I don't know Armenian, so I tried responding in Spanish. I don't really know Spanish, so I could really only yell out the couple of words I know, "Los pantalones! Los pantalones!" She kept yelling, and I yelled, "Por Espanol, prima dos!"

Unfortunately, the attractive girl knew Spanish AND Armenian. She asked why the woman was telling me to take my hands off of her, and I was telling her to press two? I said my grandma was insane, and tried convincing the woman that my grandma only THOUGHT she knew Armenian, but was only faking.

This did not work.

She didn't smile at me after that.