2008-04-24 The Importance Of Small Talk

Place: The hospital.
Time: 7.50 am.

Me: "Good morning, my name is Marc. I have an appointment for x-ray for immigration at 8 o'clock."
Her: "Oh, really? We don't usually do immigration."
Me: "Er... but doctor Morrison referred me."
Her: "Oh, really? We don't usually do references, either."
Me: "But look, here it is!"
Her: "Oh, that's for the Southern Cross Hospital. This is the Christchurch Hospital."
Me: "D'oh!"

Wrong hospital. Typical. There's an adjective for that kind of stupidity. It's marc. So I walked there. Serves me right.
On the bright side, I took the bus to work and everything went fine.

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But now for the importance of small talk.
When I finally made it to Jade (again much later than necessary), Nicky asked me how I was. Smalltalk. "Tired", I replied. "Aww, only one more day!", she said. Those of you who know me (and why would you read my blog if you didn't!) also know that I'm a smart alec from time to time (which is a nice way to say "all the time"). So I said "two, actually". It's a good thing I did, because she corrected me and told me that tomorrow is ANZAC Day, which means that nobody works. Wahooo!