It could be worse. (Enters Mr. Peabody's WayBack Machine) I remember an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon about sixty years ago. After I was in the examining room, which that morning was the one across from the surgeon's secretary, there was a hubbub at her desk. We were told we had to reschedule. The Doctor had a surgery scheduled after his morning appointments. Apparently the hospital had changed the time of the surgery and forgotten to notify the surgeon. They had started sedating the patient, preparatory to the operation and wondered where the surgeon was. Needless to say, he lead-footed over there, and we were sent home. That hospital has since closed it's doors.