Going Postal in the Vets Office?

You know who must have a lot of pent up violent anxiety? The Veterinarian's Receptionist, thats who. I wonder if they ever just get sick and tired of hearing peoples pet stories?

Absolutely, everyone feels the need to tell their beloved pet stories to the Vet's receptionist. It's a requirement upon each vist. Each meow, each purr, each bark, each shaken paw or other stupid pet trick, and every uber-cute pet habit whether it be the way it plays with it's sparkly toy ball or the way it licks it's own ass. No story is too boring or too stupid for the poor veterinary receptionist. Hell, I expect my vet's receptionist to get excited simply over my cats stool samples I bring in as if she was recieving an early Christmas present.

I wonder if every now and again, the poor veterinary receptionist has a bad day and just snaps suddenly while listening to some 73 year old woman rave on about her Mr. Cuddles and begins screaming: "It's a cat, god dammit! It sheds, it eats, it shits! I get the idea! Now unless you want to introduce Mr. Cuddles to Mr. Python waiting in Examining Room #2, you'll sit down and shut the fuck up until the doctor is ready to see you!"

Maybe to get away from it all, veterinarian receptionists go on secluded safari's and hunt stray dogs and cats. More than likely, they already have kitten posters on their dartboards at home and bear traps in their flower gardens.