To avoid mental illness, I am totally convinced that we need a break from our routine daily lives. I visited a doctor’s office yesterday for my annual check-up. For a long while, I felt guilty for being healthy. No one-on-one, face-to-face conversations take place anymore. Cell phone addiction is absolutely more prevalent than our rampant opioid addiction. With each phone playing a different song or ringtone, I felt as if I were sitting inside a jukebox as I waited for the nurse to call my name. Not one conversation was on the light side…even the younger people looked sad.
I finally got my chance. A gentleman, who appeared to be about my age, told his phone contact, “when I finally get through here I am leaving like a bat out of hell.” After he signed off from the Cell Phone God, I smiled at him and said, ” I have often wondered how many bats were in Hell before they started leaving or how many are left there now?” It worked, he smiled. We actually had a short conversation….IT WAS SCARY!
Then the real miracle happened. A younger person started talking to me. I felt honored. I felt special. Then the UNBELIEVABLE happened. He ignored a call from his Cell Phone God as I finished a sentence to him. (By this time, I am in POWER, my friend!) This young man was working on a crossword puzzle. I love word games. I told him, “I never understood why the word ‘inflammable’ was necessary, when the word ‘flammable’ would suffice for both. Of coarse, he politely tried correcting me by telling me that they were opposite by definition. I suggested that he GOOGLE it when he got home because I was fairly sure that they have very similar definitions.
If you noticed that your GOOGLE GOD was a little slow yesterday around 11:00 AM, it is because everyone at Family Medical was inquiring on the definitions of flammable vs. inflammable.
If you want real conversation to knock…sometimes you gotta build a door!
Bye-Bye now,…..I am leaving…. like a bat out of hell.