Saturday, September 3, 2011

Righteous Ronnie Rants at the Lady from the Eye Clinic

Hi Person that I don't know. I barely made it through sitting with you in the waiting room. And I'm here to tell you why you were driving me completely nuts. Ok, first my disclaimer. I really try to not judge people so your "behavior" was what I had an issue with, not you.
1. You were way too loud. I got to hear all your personal business and frankly I don't need or want to know that stuff.
2. Your kids appear to be oh, 9 & 10 years old. They don't need a play-by-play of your every movement. "Kids, I'm going over to this side of the counter..." But way to hover. In a suffocating way that even I, an innocent bystander, felt the aftershocks of.
3. So your son fills out a coloring sheet. Good for him. Now he's too embarrassed to turn it in to the counter to get his prize. Probably because, deep in his heart of hearts, he knows he's too old for that crap. So he asks you to go turn it in for him. This is when the fun starts. You (loudly) commence a speech on the value of trying things for himself, if he doesn't practice now, what's he going to do when Mommy isn't there with him. I kid you not. "Dont'cha think?" In a patronizing manner you address your boy-man and insist he give you eye contact while you embarrass him in front of the entire waiting room. You ask him to speak up and tell you what the matter is. He admits in a whispered voice that he's scared. You say, "WHAT?" He, exasperated, says, "I"M SCARED!" You berate him publicly for this. His sister wanders over and asks what's wrong. You tell her loudly and in a self-righteous tone that he's scared to go claim his prize. The sister yanks the coloring sheet from him and marches up to the front desk. Never fear Mommy, you have given her all the necessary tools to know how to emasculate someone.
4. To sum it up you treated your pre-teen son like a baby and humiliated him in front of the whole waiting room and I for one did not appreciate it. Let your son grow up, quit treating him like a baby and saying things like, "You're mommy's big boy". He deserves independence and freedom to make his own choices. If he doesn't want to turn in the stupid coloring sheet, then hooray, life is it's own consequence and he doesn't get the stupid prize. So ironic that you were counseling him on practicing independence. I don't get it. But I do know that it was all I could do to keep still and I found myself clenching my fists listening to your erroneous psycho-babble.
5.All that to say, you are the reason the game "Glare at every nurse who doesn't call your name" was invented. (The one that called me got the smile.)

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