Yesterday afternoon I had the pleasure of calling on the local county Texas Health Dept office for my second Hep B and MMR vaccines. (Oops, my HIPPA just violated itself.) During my spa-like 2 1/2 hour visit to get jabbed twice, I overheard the following disgruntled grumblings.
Hoodlum A: "How much you wanna bet we finally get in there and they run out of shots."
Hoodlum B: "If that happens I swear I will burn this place down. I'm not joking, I'll do it."
Hoodlum A: (Gesturing angrily towards the front desk) "Look at them! There's 3 of them up there, and only one of them is doing anything!!"
Hoodlum B: "Yeah, they sure are working hard at talking though."
Hoodlum A: "We pay for their salaries, they work for us, they better get off their butts and do something!"
Oh and what did these two hostile hoodlums look like?
Little old blue-haired ladies, complete with bunching pantyhose and shiny black patent leather purses. Just when I thought I might have to make a run for it to avoid being caught up in a terrorist attack, the conversation turned to the latest Sunday School class gossip instead.
Sign of the times I guess.