let's get out of here

let's get out of here
probably the most over-used line in film history and my thoughts today as I sat in the walk-in clinic waiting to see a doctor.
Nothing wrong with me, just thought it was time I got registered with a GP here.
After the form filling with the woman who used a magnifying glass to read my Health services card and didn't see the irony(she probably couldn't) in her desk being beside the opthalmic counter I got to go to another floor to wait with SICK people. With the coughing and the sneezing.
I settled down with my sudoku to wait.
The woman behind me didn't have any sudoku so instead she, like, talked, like, non-stop on her phone, like, to everyone she had ever met. Loudly.
Me:(in my head) ok, that's a 4 so that must be a
her: hi, yeah, so I'm like back in Terono (everyone in Toronto pronounces it like that).
me:(in my head) OK, that's a 4 so that must be a
her: oh my gosh, yes. oh my gosh.
me: (in my head) OK, that's a four so THAT MUST BE A
her: yeah, it's like, my Dad is totally fine with it, but my Mom is taking some time to come round to the idea, blah, blah, yadda, yadda........
me: la, dee dee, dum dee do, la dum de de.
my entertainment then was to listen to the receptionist call out the names, some she really struggled with and a couple must have been made up, ala Bart phoning Moe's Bar.
Mary Hassaparty. Really?

So, anyway, that's a 4 so......
I'm getting too old for this