In HS, I had cut myself at a fast food job, and needed stitches. I had received the numbing shot, and the needle and thread items were on the tray, ready to go, when an immeidate emergency came in to the ER.
After an hour or so, jsut chatting with my fellow "bunk mates," someone came back to do the stitching.
"Hey, I can feel that!!"
"But you already received your pain shot?!"
"Yes, long enough that it has worn off."
Shoots me again.
barely any scar now.
I did not mind waiting.
When DS was under 2, he was having a breathing issue. They took him back without even asking his name, let alone our insurance information. Fastest I have ever had treatment!
(He is fine, 18 now, heading off to college. It was "just" croup.)
On to a sort of special snowflake, thinking of waiting-
I had to renew my drivers licence a few years ago, and for some reason, there was an intimidating cop at the front door. (Have had kids get their licensees in the meantime, and have never seen a cop in that same station since)
"State your social security number Ma'm!"
"NO! Not your phone number, your social!"
"Did you not understand me? Your social security number!"
since I was at a legal govt' office doing legal govt paper work, I had my card on me, and pulled out, to show him that YES, the first three numbers I had stated were correct.
And, I was perturbed enough when he brushed me off with a sneer of disbelief, to respond,
"yes, I looked the entire country over and decided that I had to settle in the county that has the telephone area code the exact same three digits as the first three of my social, jsut to make memorizing the numbers easier."
He just looked on and barked out to the next person, and I walked in.
if he had not been on a power trip of barking orders, or given me time to pull my card (Usually it is done inside, at the desk/check-in) he would have saved himself the time and my (admittedly) snarky, comment.