It’s interesting, how people feel free to be demanding and belligerent about things that don’t matter very much—a sandwich, for example—but immediately become meek and cooperative when confronted with, say, a doctor’s office. Is it because everyone considers themselves the reigning expert on food, but no one thinks they know more about medicine than a man in a white coat? This is entirely possible. Then again, I know people who could probably burn a salad who would insist on a second opinion if their doctor prescribed them a Tylenol.
Well, no; I take that back. She doesn't burn salads anymore. But she doesn't take Tylenol, either.
These are the things I mull over, here behind my reception desk.