Le Cunt : Those prune faced le cunts who self righteously appoint themselves as gate keepers

L’evidence:

“I need to see a doctor”
“Name”
“I don’t care what he’s called, I have chest pains”
“What’s your name?”
“Maxi Cane”
“Date of birth”
“What?  My left arm tingles”
“Date of birth”
“Can’t remember but you’ll know my date of death if you have me stand here any longer”
“Have you been here before?”
“No, and I’m having second thoughts about coming back, let alone recommending a friend”
“Medical history?”
“I don’t know, I was fine this morning and now I have chest pains”
“We can’t see you without your medical history”
“Why?”
“Are you allergic to anything?”
“You”
“Fill out these forms and come back to us”
“Get ta fuck, I need to see a doctor”
“And we need to see those forms filled out”
“Is there a doctor available now?”
“Have you an appointment?”
“You’re going the right way for a beating.  How can I make an appointment when I don’t know when I’ll be having chest pains?”
“You’ll need to fill those forms out and make an appointment”
“I could be dead by then”
“You better get your finger out then”
“When is the soonest available appointment then?”
“Tomorrow at 2pm”
“TOMORROW?  Are you serious?”
“That is if you’ve filled out the forms”
“Finding, it, hard, to, speak, at, normal, pace, chest, feels, like, it’s, closing, in, left, arm, tingles, need, ambulance,”
“Get off the floor, this won’t get you admitted any sooner”
“What’s, that, light?  Grandma?”
“NEXT!”

Le Verdict: It warms my cardiac arrested heart to know that these turkey necked le cunts are more worried about the tidiness of their filing system than my health.  Surgery Hitlers every one of them.  That is unless you happen to be Edna from the bridge night in the local parish hall, then you’re right in there.

Contemptuous void of all emotion slaves to administration beurocratic heart attack voyeurism enjoying nazi Le Cunts.

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