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I think I should go on a "texting" diet.
Yesterday Jim and I ate at P.F. Chang's Restaurant. While we were waiting for our food, I sat back and people-watched. We were sitting amongst a cluster of tables and there were people all around us. Even though it was loud, and I think there was music playing in the background, the sound was muffled. I felt like a fly on the wall. Of course, the sound could have been muffled because my ear was blocked, but nonetheless, I felt like I was in my own little world, observing everyone around me.
At the table kitty-corner from us sat a family of four. I was trying to figure out the family dynamics. There were two small boys, maybe ages 4 and 6. There was a young woman, late teens or at most, VERY early 20's, and a man who had his back to us. The woman was CONSTANTLY texting. She texted before her meal came. She texted WHEN the meal came.
She took a bite. Then texted some more.
She took another bite. I saw her phone light up indicating a text message was coming in. (Yes, we were pretty close to them.)
She'd put her fork down, pick up the phone, and text again.
Was something THAT important that it couldn't wait till after dinner?
No WONDER she was pencil thin. She hardly ate anything with all the texting she was doing.
I was waiting for the man to say to her, "Put down your phone and eat!"
I thought maybe it was a father out with his three kids. Then the man turned to the side and I saw that he was YOUNG! And he leaned over and kissed the girl! So! I can't imagine that she was the mother of these kids; maybe they were dating and the two young boys were one of their kid brothers. I don't know.
But back to the texting diet. If I tried it, the only thing that would get skinny on me would be my thumbs.
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I went to see a new doctor yesterday. He came into the room and said, "Hello, Dr. __________, " mentioning my last name.
I looked at him like he must be nuts and that he REALLY wanted to say, "Hello, Mrs. _____, I'm Dr. Smith. But AGAIN he says, "Hello, Dr. ______!"
I said, "Uh, no. You must be mistaking me for someone else."
"You're not a doctor?" He asked me.
"No."
"Well, it says right here," flipping through my chart, "that you are an Ob-Gyn doctor!"
How the heck did that happen? WHO do they think I am?
"Nope. Not me."
"Oh."
Now I'm wondering, would he treat me any differently if I WERE a doctor?
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