Appointment Lady

Had to get some blood work

As my doctor did demand

So I walked up to the lab

With my appointment in my hand.

 

A few were there before me

As we checked in one by one.

They would text when they were ready;

I could wait out in the sun.

 

My cell phone beeped; I went inside

Where others sat in chairs.

“Appointment lady!” I was called,

Eliciting some stares.

 

I guess most folks were walk-ins;

My appointment really paid.

With some clicks on the computer,

They, too, might have made the grade.