Now, this is just getting silly.
Part of me is curious to see how long this can go on. Maybe someday I'll end up as one of those "News of the Weird" blurbs: "Cancer Patient Waits 24 Years for Test Results."
"I left 6,240 messages at the Cancer Center," said the 55-year-old woman. "Finally I decided to fly down there in my hover car to see what the holdup was. I discovered that my doctor was long dead, and they'd bulldozed the office and built one of those Gaps with the talking billboards that identify you by your eyeballs, like in Minority Report. I bought a pair of capri pants."
I'm going to try to forget about this for the weekend and then get back on my quest for test results come Monday. Maybe I need to go down there, baby on hip, and have WCB point a rubber duckie at them in a threatening manner. Nobody messes with WCB.