As we were finishing up dim sum with our friends, shortly after noon, I got a call from my brother. He and Justin were heading back. Justin had fallen near the end of his lesson and hurt his arm. The medics at the slopes bandaged him up but suggested an x-ray be taken as a precaution in case it was fractured or broken.
We decided it would best for them to head back into town rather go to another city further north. With that, we headed to the hospital where we were to meet the two snowboarders.
Of course, at the hospital, there was no free parking. In fact, not only was the parking not free, the parking fee was exorbitantly high, but that's another rant I'll have to write about another time. After paying the eighteen-buck maximum fee (the alternative was $4 per half hour!), a receipt was dispersed.
Aside from the usual listing of the fee, taxes and disclaimers about lost items, it also read:
Thank you! Please come again!
Nice, isn't it?
The hospital parking loves our business!
After four hours in the emergency triage, we got a five minute assessment from a resident, who suggested Justin get an x-ray.
No, really?
The x-ray confirmed that Justin's wrist was indeed broken. The doctors installed a plastered cast on his arm, but said that was only temporary. We are to bring Justin back for a fibre glass replacement on Friday. In other words, "please come again!"
The hospital parking loves our business!
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