A Taste of things to come?

I had a little glimpse into the future yesterday.

Suffering from sinusitis, I went to the local doc-in-a-box and sat amongst the Great Unwashed to see Saturday's doc-for-hire and get what I hoped would be a prescription for antibiotics.

The receptionist was a twenty-something slob, reading People magazine, devouring no doubt the latest Jon-and-Kate nonsense who shoved a form at me, rattled off some instructions, and barked at me when I asked her to repeat herself.

The doctor was in a great hurry, not happy to deal with me since she didn't think I had an infection but merely some sinus congestion. She turned and stalked out of the room without so much as a howdy-do. Or even a good-bye.

I don't mind the fact that treatment is impersonal at this place since I don't expect to ever see the same doctor twice. I'd just like to be treated like I'm the same species as the person prodding me.