I Let The Bed Bugs Bite

Without going into needless details, unfortunately I spent most of the afternoon at the stupid Urgent Care. Apparently a bug bite I'd gotten the other day became infected and some lymph nodes became inflamed (and formed a lump, which was freaking me out). After way too many hours and almost a total and complete meltdown, I was on my way. Finally! What was wrong with the Urgent Care, you ask? Well, for one, I'm pretty sure I was the only person there who spoke English. Next, I was sitting next to a little girl singing/humming/driving me bonkers, and then moved next to a lady talking to herself. I was surrounded by people wearing surgical masks (who knew the Swine Flu had an outbreak in the waiting room?) and then another girl had some sort of jingle bells on her keychain and kept jingling them. FOREVER. Add this to the lady loudly eating peanuts with her mouth open and my hour-long wait for my prescription (all the while just being tired in general) and you've got all the makings of a pissed off Pinky. This sign made me laugh, though. I realize I'm not fluent in Spanish by any means, but I know enough to realize the times do not correlate. Why are Spanish speakers seen earlier in the day? Do I smell discrimination? :)