British? White? Back of the queue!

Just had to nip to the Docs for beta-blockers--a potentially urgent matter. Well guess what--there were already there over a dozen Poles, Czechs, Turks and other nationalities and I was told (by a Bengali) I'd have to wait till everyone had been seen. Normally a reasonable receptionist would let you nip in and out again between appointments. But the hostile atmosphere in there was like 'WTF are you doing in here, you're white British'.
I'm surprised I didn't get accused of racism for trying to keep an ethnic minority person waiting longer.

I said I'd come back after surgery tonight and left empty handed. I should collapse or something now, out of badness.



NB THREE of them were clearly pregnant.

What and where IS that thing?!

Every so often i get this strange imagination that all the world is made of open top boxes, with people inside. It stands for the human race and its peoples I suppose.
Anyway, here's the thing--I feel like a huge cat, or some soft-moving animal anyway, and I'm threading my way between the boxes looking down into each one. There's something I'm looking for and I don't know what it is.
Do you ever get the feeling that there's something you really really want, but you don't know what it is? I do, a lot; its so maddening.

Here's a good, useful cat for motorists.

Another useful idea for motorists....

The hell with garage vacs and queing for tokens, I'll just do that instead!
2.5L engine should have LOADS of suction and I can sit in the warm car for a cigarette break too!