Sherpa's Wonderin's

I glance up at the photo on the wall as I shift uncomfortably in line. The name Man Nguyen is displayed above a photo of a middle aged white woman. I glance again, this time cocking my head to the right, trying to make sense of the name with the photo, all the while wishing that the gossiping pharmacist assistants would notice me so I could be on my merry way. Finally, I start hacking and one looks up and says gruffly, “I’ll be with you in a second.” I sigh, and think back to the doctor’s office. I spent most of my time being checked out by a 1st or 2nd year medical student. He spent most of his routine interview asking questions of me that I knew were on file with the Doctor’s office. I know he was doing it partly for practice and I don’t mind telling him three times that I don’t drink, not even one little drink once in while, but when each answer caused a coughing fit, the process got a little old. I shift focus as the pharmacist’s aide comes over to fill my antibiotic prescription.

On LDS Linkup, there’s a lady from Britain who is not all there to put it nicely. She often “hijacks” boards with her beyond random comments. However, the other day, her comment on the boards was, “"people should be free do what they wanna but if anybody even look at me i throw a brick." Thank you Mary.