pissed...

earlier tonight, we went to visit one of our friends at Aurora Medical Center. he had the unfortunate luck of getting two surgeries in four days. on friday, he had gone in for vascular surgery; he's a diabetic w/ major circulation problems. and this morning...

he had the remaining three toes on his right foot amputated.

this isn't a hospital horror story though - they were the right toes. he just had a small sore (caused by stepping on a hair) that ended up abcessing. poor guy. we feel so bad for him. he and his family have had a really rough patch that has lasted ten years. they've endured a couple foreclosures, a botched surgery with no recourse, repossessed cars, diabetic-related surgeries, and now this...leaving the hospital with half a right foot.

somehow, through all of this, they seem to keep it together. and for that, i admire them; i would have thrown the world's largest pity party and wallowed in it the entire time if it were me ;)

anyway, i'm not pissed because of his latest amputations. nope. it's what happened while we were leaving the hospital.

Around 7:50 PM, Lois and I were attempting to exit through the north doors when we were nearly accosted by a security guard, John. Apparently, the hospital was under lockdown due to an armed man in the parking lot.

I had no problem with the lockdown. However, we were NOT pleased in the manner that John was stopping people when they were attempting to leave; he was uncommonly rude. Granted, he has a job to perform in keeping us safe, but he was not courteous at all. I understand the undue stress of the lockdown may have been great but this man was totally lacking in social skills.

As we turned the corner to exit, John, stepped in front of me and snapped his fingers, exclaiming, "Hey! We are under lockdown!!!" Surprised by both his action and situation, we stopped and waited at the front door with at least a dozen other people.

We all watched as he stopped an extended family with his outstretched hand and telling them (explicitly) that they were NOT going anywhere. The family was taken aback by his brusqueness and stood there aghast by his attitude.

Lois and I did not appreciate his tone of voice nor the snapping of fingers. It was like he was trying to stop his misbehaving kids from strapping a pop bottle rocket across the family cat's ears. This shit happened four hours ago and I'm still kind of seething; the snapping fingers made my blood boil.

Ugh...throw yer gun down, Rent-a-Cop, and let me kick yer ass. In fact, everyone in this lobby is waiting in line...