I went to Quest Diagnostics yesterday to get the dumb blood work done for my physical. I get there and the receptionist is a complete fucking bitch. She tells me to sign in, ring a little bell, and go sit “until someone comes for you(me)”.
So next the Queen of the Harpies appears in her dumb white coat. She reads the sheet turns around and with utter scorn says “Whichever one of you is here for the test come with me; I can’t even read what your name is.” You whore. I’m not some cursive-writing mongoloid. It fucking said ‘Zachery Moneypenny’. Learn to read, bitch.
She takes me through a bunch of twists and turns and when we get back there barks out “You’ve been fasting for 12 hours right? Only water?” Well, I had forgotten about the whole fasting part, so I hadn’t been. But since this fucking bitchwad was yelling so much I just said, “Yep.”
She jabbed me in the arm with a needle and I pissed in a cup. Her parting words to me: “You can go.” I found my own way out of the labyrinth of fatties hunched over petri dishes and old hags like the one who “helped” me. The End.