Doctors

I had an odd experience this morning, which I thought would best be explained by a small homage to Pinter.

Scene. A doctor's reception desk.

_ Good morning, I have an appointment today with Louise? My name is Simon Morgan.

_ I don't know who you mean.

Pause.

_ She's a therapist.

_ This is just a doctor's surgery, I don't know a Louise.

 Pause.

- Ummm....it's for 09:15? This is West Pottergate isn't it?

- It is.

Pause.

_ It's through NHS Wellbeing.

_ That's nothing to do with us. This is a doctor's surgery.

Pause.

_ I was told to come here...( Produces letter. Receptionist takes letter. Reads it, hands it back.)

_ That's nothing to do with us. This is a doctor's surgery.

Pause.

_ Yes, you said. Could you look on your computer perhaps?

Pause.

_ That's nothing to do with us. This is a doctor's surgery.

Pause.

_ I'm sure that I wouldn't get sent a letter stating it was here at West Pottergate Health Centre unless it was.

_ We don't have anything to do with any other services that may or may not operate from out of the doctor's surgery.

_ Does anyone else know where it might be?

_ That's nothing to do with us. This is a doctor's surgery.

Pause.

Louise appears from behind me.

_ Hi Simon, take a seat around the corner. ( I look around the corner, obscured from the reception desk, a sign reads 'NHS Wellbeing' )

-Well, that's it there! The Wellbeing Service.

_ Yes. The Wellbeing Service is around the corner.

Pause.

 -But it's nothing to do with us. This is a doctor's surgery.

Curtain.