This week I want to tell you about a funny adventure I had because of my procrastinating tendency , and how I turned out to be the living proof that French people are not really good at languages.
We all know that prevention is better than cure, so I won't harp on it, cause I may sound a bit preachy,but yet, there's something niggling at the back of my mind, and maybe you can clear it up for me.
Here it is :
In the place where you live, how long does it take to get an appointment with a specialist doctor ?
Here in Brittany getting an appointment with an eye doctor within a couple of weeks is just wishful thinking.
I usually have to wait three solid months before being able to see ( or not to see, that is the question) that specialist.
A way to queuejump ?
Unfortunately, none ! I have racked my brain about one,over and over, in vain !
Trying to bribe him with some butter and sugar-soaked breton dessert is useless. The man is the sporty type and pays attention to his figure (and his activity figures, too...).
Here in Brittany getting an appointment with an eye doctor within a couple of weeks is just wishful thinking.
I usually have to wait three solid months before being able to see ( or not to see, that is the question) that specialist.
A way to queuejump ?
Unfortunately, none ! I have racked my brain about one,over and over, in vain !
Trying to bribe him with some butter and sugar-soaked breton dessert is useless. The man is the sporty type and pays attention to his figure (and his activity figures, too...).
Buttering him up and telling him he is a sight for sore eyes, the light of my light , the apple of my eyes ? No way ! That guy is really a badass!
No need to let my imagination run riot and get my hopes up.
I just have to take for granted that, whenever I want to have my eyesight checked, I am doomed to wait three months.
So, if I were a born-organized girl, of course I would make an appointment every year at the same period.
Well, to be honest, when it comes to medical appointments, I am anything but organized.
Fake excuses and procrastination rule the roost !
But, a couple of weeks ago I was gently reminded that there are things that should not be left on the back burner ...
I was nearly done with my week's to-do list and was quite satisfied with myself, even though the red flag ' make an appointment with the eye doctor ' was still flying frantically at the bottom of the list.
Actually, it had already been flying there for two weeks, and, even worse, in small letters ! A kind of ' out of sight out of mind ' rank.
Anyway, it was Friday, 6.30pm, so too late to bother my dear doctor.
I promised to myself it would top the list the week after and as Ulysse , my little dog, was ready for a his walk,off we went.
Ulysse had been frolicking off leash for a while, when I caught sight of a couple with a child on a tricycle and ...a cat on leash ( quite unusual, but why not )coming towards me.
I called back Ulysse and took him in my arms,cause that sweetheart doesn't get along with cats.
As they were getting closer , I could hear them speak English, so when I passed near them, I apologized for not socializing and said :
" I'm sorry but my dog doesn't like cats ".
And I walked away.
That's when I heard the man say to his wife :
" French people make effort to speak English, but jeez they really lack vocabulary ! ' DOG ' is an easy word to remember, isn't it ? ".
I turned back, screwed up my eyes, and realized that actually the cat on leash was a puppy teckel !!
No need to tell you that the week after I called my eye doctor!
