No, it is not some kind of swingers game.
We were looking at Joan's bike, considering a new accessory. She asked about the scooter tag and I took a quick look... your scooter at a big box store. Easy. She said, "Take my bike."
Um... OK.
I rode out to our local Wally World and got the shot. New tag: your scoot showing local gas prices...
That's a nice bike she has...
A lovely day in the Tropical Tip. No lengthy ride, either boat or scooter for us today... one of us, and it's me, has a doctor appointment. Not sure what I was thinking when I scheduled it in the middle of the afternoon.
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The Dr. visit: what a shit show! They are changing their office over to all electronic records and the practice has been bought (??) by another entity. People are coming into the office mad: they can't get through on the phone (goes to never-answer-hold mode, with really crappy music - sounds like a death dirge) and are coming in to make an appointment.
I waited, filled out paperwork, waited some more, got shown to another room, waited a bunch, then asked a bunch of really personal questions, then more waiting, then finally saw the doctor, then got told that I should have been fasting so they could do blood tests. Fasting... for a 3:00 afternoon appointment... and I DID ask about needing to fast (they told me "no") when I made the appointment. SO, I need to go back again - when fasting - so they can draw blood.
"I see your blood pressure is up a bit..." No shit, Shakespeare - just a bit?? And some people wonder why I have a general disregard for the medical profession (yes, there are some exceptions).
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