This morning I filled out paperwork for a dermatologist appointment, the usual stuff – name, address, etc. And then I came to “Northern Address.” Admittedly, almost all of the remaining U.S. is north of Florida, but that was a supposition too great to let go by. I wrote: “Y’all must be kidding.”
At the doctor’s office, I gave the forms to the clerk. She said, “Oh. You filled out the old forms. We merged with (some other group), and I guess you got these before the merge.”
I said, “That’s okay. We’ve pretty much become accustomed to Florida efficiency.”
She gave me a clip board with the new, improved forms. She said, “You might want to take the old forms so you can copy the information.”
I said, “I think I can remember what I wrote down.”
Grouchy old man syndrome. Yep, I am a GOM.
The doctor and the nurses were efficient. Good people.
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016
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