I’m not shocked and that is so sad. I laughed and I should have cried.
Nothing immoral happen. It wasn’t the crime of the century but it certainly makes you wonder where the world is going.
I was anxious and ready to get my dog home. Dewey is an old dog. He had just had minor surgery and I was ready to get my boy home. Of course, the only real minor surgery is someone else’s or at least someone you don’t know.
Fortunately, Dewey is covered by a pet insurance policy. Standing at the front desk in the vet clinic near our home in Fort Pierce, Florida, I was surrounded by four young ladies in hospital scrubs. One is on the phone, one on a computer, one just drifting and one helping me.
The young lady waiting on me is computing the bill for Dewey’s visit. Finally, she says some figure just over a $1000. She looked at my expression and asked, “Is that what you were expecting.”
I said no and handed her my estimate of $273. Then, I said they removed a cist from Dewey’s underside that was not on the estimate so I knew it would be slightly higher.
She looked at my estimate and went promptly back to work on the computer. A few minutes later she said, “How does $337.37 sound?”
I answered, “That works for me.”
Then, comes the sad part. I had decided to pay in cash so I counted out $340 while she watched. She recounted and placed the money in a cash draw.
All of sudden there was silence. I watched and the problem was as obvious as the snout on my dog.
Finally, the young lady turned and in a tone that was at least frustrated if not irritated exclaimed, “Does anyone have a calculator so I can figure out this change?”
I looked at her and said it’s $2.63. She looked at me thankful and immediately handed me $2.37. I didn’t bother correcting her.
That was last week and Dewey is recovering well. So you don’t have to ask I’ll tell you Dewey is a rescue basset hound that is around 12 and a half.
With our floppy eared, big snouted and giant pawed hound on the mend, yesterday my wife, Christine, and I decided to go to lunch and a movie. At our age it’s lunch and a movie instead of dinner and a movie.
And, no I won’t tell you Christine’s age even if you do ask. However, she is more than a half decade younger then I am.
Christine wanted barbecue so off we went to one of our favorite lunch spots in Vero Beach. The barbecue was good and plentiful. We love their cole slaw. The young lady waiting on us was attentive.
I asked our waitress for the check mentioning we were off to the movies. She politely asked what we were going to see and I replied JEdgar.
She said she hadn’t heard of the movie so I said it was about J. Edgar Hoover.
Her response, “oh, the guy who made the vacuum.”
