Caesar was running low on designer food so I thought I'd make a run early this morning to the vet's office to pick him up a new stash. The vet opens at 6 AM so I thought go early, no traffic, no customers, under the airport, hit Tropicana and Eastern, hand them the debit card, and get back home in thirty minutes.
Nope.
If you are still young enough to choose a new career, eschew gambling. Become a vet. I'm thinking that if you work hard at it, you could make almost as much as a cocktail waitress or a valet parker at a high-end Las Vegas casino.
A little after 6 AM and the vet's office has a line of animals already awaiting treatment. If it hadn't have been for a few illegal aliens mixed in, I would've thought I had discovered the long lost boarding dock for Noah's Ark.
With no animal in tow, I meekly hold up the old bag of food to assure I get a new bag of the same thing. (By the way, to have them tell it, there are only three bags of this particular food left in the world, and therefore it is priced appropriately (meaning high)),
I receive my new bag quickly and proceed to the check-out line. There are already people with animals ahead of me. "That will be $354, Sir", the gal says to the guy ahead of me. Now this place has been open for 25 minutes. How do you run up $354 in 25 minutes? Did the dog have a hip replacement? More amounts in three figures are collected. Finally, I get out of there.
I guess the key to this business is people will pay just about anything (me included) to aid their pets. Caesar gets a thorn in his paw, Private room!!, round-the clock nurses!!. I break my leg. Aw, it'll heal.
This veterniarian biz might be worth checking into. Too late for me.
So, sigh, who's playin' today?
Nope.
If you are still young enough to choose a new career, eschew gambling. Become a vet. I'm thinking that if you work hard at it, you could make almost as much as a cocktail waitress or a valet parker at a high-end Las Vegas casino.
A little after 6 AM and the vet's office has a line of animals already awaiting treatment. If it hadn't have been for a few illegal aliens mixed in, I would've thought I had discovered the long lost boarding dock for Noah's Ark.
With no animal in tow, I meekly hold up the old bag of food to assure I get a new bag of the same thing. (By the way, to have them tell it, there are only three bags of this particular food left in the world, and therefore it is priced appropriately (meaning high)),
I receive my new bag quickly and proceed to the check-out line. There are already people with animals ahead of me. "That will be $354, Sir", the gal says to the guy ahead of me. Now this place has been open for 25 minutes. How do you run up $354 in 25 minutes? Did the dog have a hip replacement? More amounts in three figures are collected. Finally, I get out of there.
I guess the key to this business is people will pay just about anything (me included) to aid their pets. Caesar gets a thorn in his paw, Private room!!, round-the clock nurses!!. I break my leg. Aw, it'll heal.
This veterniarian biz might be worth checking into. Too late for me.
So, sigh, who's playin' today?