~ The Infamous Journal Entries of Casey Jenkins ~
Crazy Thoughts
by Kiki Hart
Disclaimer:
As of right now, I don't plan on any really bad violence, maybe some sexual situations in the future entries and some really funny material. I am just going to let Casey talk to me and write down what she says. Wherever my Muse takes me, so to speak. J
Some topics may be controversial, please don't flame me about them, I know not everyone is going to agree, but if you want to discuss it with me… Feel Free to do so! If you don't agree with it, then you should stop reading it.
Casey has come out of my subconscious to say the things not everyone wants to say out loud. This is my first time, so be nice! Feedback is ALWAYS welcome at khart369@yahoo.com and if you have something that you want Casey to talk about then send that on too, and I will see what I can do.
Annoyances
Journal Entry #2
I was sitting in the doctor's office the other day for an amount of time that was just ridiculous. I hate that. You schedule an appointment for a certain time for reasons that doctor's just ignore. Why would someone schedule an… but I digress.
I was sitting in the doctor's office and someone in the parking lot continuously kept honking his or her horn. Over and over and over again. *sigh* Seriously now people. Do you really think 'your' horn is going to sound so much different than Joe Nobody's?? Of course they do! What I was thinking? *slaps hand to the side of her face*
The horn was originally invented so that people who couldn't see you, could definitely hear you! Although there are other things the horn can be used for. Driving down the road and someone cuts you off, what do you do? Honk your horn. Or flick them off. Or you honk your horn so they will see you flick them off. *shrugs* A group of beautiful women are sitting outside of the coffee shop and you want them to know you saw them, what do you do? Honk your horn. *grins* You are picking up a friend and don't want to have to get out of your car, what do you do? Honk your horn.
Well, then there was this one time in my neighborhood. Jessica, my best friend, was coming over to pick me up to go out. What did she do? You guessed it. "I will honk my horn when I get there. Be ready." So twenty minutes later I hear 'the horn honk' and as I am locking my door I see from my very same building someone else also leaving. We meet at the stairs, and I hear her say under her breath, "That isn't his car." *laugh* She promptly turned back around and went back inside. It has never happen to me since, but it was hilarious at the time.
Then there is one that is most embarrassing, you are driving down the road and you 'think' you see a car you recognize. You honk your horn. Of course that driver thinks you are being a pain, but this is important it could be your friend. So you finally catch up to them and guess what? It isn't your friend. A casual smile pops on your face as you drive by, or you don't look at them again and hope that the stranger doesn't have a serious case of road rage.
So you see what I mean by your horn is going to sound just like everyone else's. Well, unless you have a special one. Like the Dixie horns, or the "Ah-Oo-Ga" horns, you know the ones I am talking about.
An hour and a half after my scheduled appointment time I get to go back and see the doctor. Now he comes into the examining room like usual. He tells me what he is going to do today. Been there, done that. *sighs* He leaves and lets his nurse come in and help me into 'the position'. Now you women know exactly what I mean when I say 'the position'. Those cold stirrups and the paper towel that they give you to cover your legs until the doctor returns. Yeah, so anyway. I'm thinking, 'He's a good doctor, this never lasts that long. I'll be outta here in no time flat.' Eh, wrong again.
The doctor comes back in, but only this time a gorgeous woman follows him inside the room. Not another nurse, but a fellow doctor by the looks of her white doctor's coat. Long legs, slim waist, long auburn hair tied back, (insert dreamy expression here). Oh yes, the woman of my dreams and here I am legs spread wide open. Let me tell you… What a great first impression!! *eye roll* Now I can't very well try and sit up and give her a dashing smile or anything. Nor would it be ethical to ask her out after I am done getting dressed again.
The doctor interrupts my thought process and proceeds to introduce the two of us thinking of course that we had already met before. Uh no. I think I would remember someone that looked as good as she did. Could my day get any worse? What would any self-respecting woman do here? I draped my arm over my eyes and told him, no, that we had not met before.
As the appointment drags on I hear the two of them conversing about whatever they are doing between my legs. I do not believe that my face has ever been that shade of red before. As they are leaving and he tells me to get dressed, I uncover my eyes to see her flash me a dazzling white-toothed smile. Like after all that I am going to reply in kind or something.
I get dressed and go to his office to wait the verdict of his 'findings'. Yep, didn't ya know? The woman follows him inside the office and sits down in a chair next to him. Oh, this is going to be a great day. We do the chit-chat thing while I am sitting very uncomfortably in the office chair. All the while, she is keeping direct eye contact with me even though I am doing everything I can, not to look at her.
Now, my doctor is very cool like this because after every visit with him he always walks me to the checkout area and tells me to have a good day. The beautiful woman follows us and as I turn to leave I casually throw out that it was nice to meet her. Followed quickly after with a 'considering the circumstances' and a quick handshake.
All I can hope for is that I will never cross paths with that female doctor again. I still don't know her story. Whether she was from a different office or if I had really never run into her at my office before, but either way I hope she isn't staying there. I don't think I could handle another appointment like that again.
I get home that evening after running a couple more errands that day and find to my surprise that my friends claim they have found a perfect mate for me and have already proceeded to set up me up on a blind date. WooHoo! Let me tell you blind dates are really my thing…. Not! *sigh*
Me being the type of woman never to stand someone up, or cancel plans, I called to get all the info and where I am to meet this 'perfect mate' and to ask what I should wear. Of course, Jessica just raved about this woman and told me I would love her. I asked her where did she meet her, and she said the coffee shop. I almost said, "What did you do, honk at her to get her attention?" But I held my tongue, I did't think she would have appreciated the humor and gotten the joke or understood me at all for that matter.
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Until next time, dear journal.J
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