Dear Receptionist Lady,
When I asked you if there was a coffee shop in the clinic, you told me “Yes, hon – there’s a Starbuck’s right around the corner!”, and you pointed me in the direction of the supposed Starbuck’s. You chuckled when you saw my face light up and watched me scuttle off around the corner to track down the day’s first cup of joe. I wandered around the maze of fluorescent-lit hallways, and peeked in the cracked doorways of hospital-gowned patients who had their cracks hanging out for all the world to see. I passed prescription carts and mobile electronic charting equipment. I almost knocked a cup of urine out the hands of a patient who came charging out of the laboratory bathroom. But through all of this, I saw no signs for Starbucks, smelled no delectible odor of freshly-brewed coffee.
I followed my course back to your desk, bewildered and disappointed, and asked you to clarify in which direction exactly the Starbucks was. You giggled at said “Oh no, hon, you have to leave the clinic, walk down the street to Franklin and Nicollet and there’s a Starbucks on the corner.”
Lesson time: When I asked if there was a coffee shop IN the clinic and you said “Yes”, what you really meant was “No, you have to LEAVE the clinic.”
Just thought you should know. You know, in case anyone else asks.
Also, your giggle is creepy.
That is all.