Early one morning I had driven a tenant to the hospital for some tests, with the promise to pick him up when he was done. I had clearly, repeatedly instructed him that THIS same door that I am dropping him off at, is exactly where I will pick him up later.
So when the receptionist called that he was ready to be picked up, I drove to the same door.
No dude. No surprise.
I called his cell phone, no answer.
I parked and walked into the lobby and hiked down multiple halls to a assorted outpatient offices and asked if he was there. Again, No dude. No surprise.
I called his cell phone, AGAIN no answer.
I drove to the back entrance of the hospital and repeated all futile efforts.
Of course, the definition of insanity is repeatedly doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome.
Finally, the receptionist took pity on me and began making calls. Surprise! The man was still upstairs waiting for his discharge paperwork and stated that it would be an hour before they would actually release him.
Why the @@#$@# would you call your ride to come pick you up IF YOU ARE STILL ON THE SECOND FLOOR WAITING FOR PAPERWORK?!
The most frustrating part was hearing the man repeat, “It wasn’t my fault, there was glitch in the paperwork.” The concept that I wasted an hour hunting for him in a very large hospital, then waited out in my car for him to be brought down, wasn’t his fault! Aaarrgh!
Maybe I am being harsh, as a woman I have driven myself to and from various ‘procedures,’ such as root canals and biopsies, then drove home (all on my own), chased a toddler, cooked dinner and then danced around my home with a vacuum cleaner and did some laundry. The next day, I went off to work.
But we have the advantage, after all, we are the weaker sex. Sigh.