Early voting and dissatisfaction

Hey there. How's it going? Gentle Gian is here.
I'd love to share the story of my early voting for the Tokyo governor election.

I went to the ophthalmologist for a contact lens prescription the other day.　The clinic opened at 10:00 a.m., and even though I arrived only two or three minutes after it had opened, there were already many other patients.

When I checked in, the receptionist asked me if I had an appointment, and I answered, "No."
She explained that many patients had appointments, so I needed to wait fifteen to twenty minutes.
I received the reception card, No. 2, and told her I'd go out and come back in twenty minutes.

And then, I headed to the next building, where the local government office was located.
Although the election will be held this Sunday, I have a special plan for that day, so I went to vote before election day for the first time.

It seemed pretty older people gathered to vote beforehand there.
The process was straightforward, and I could cast my vote without any issues, so I returned to the clinic only ten minutes after I'd left.

And then I told the receptionist my name, and she asked me, "Did you return?" I answered, "Yes."

While waiting, I texted my husband that I'd voted and had already returned to the clinic.
It was about 10:10 a.m.

There were still many patients in the waiting room, but they were sucked into the laboratory and the examining room.

A male patient who didn't have an appointment checked in and went out like me.

When I realized there were no patients except for me anymore, I thought that because I didn't have an appointment, the patients with one had priority, so I kept waiting patiently without any suspicions.

After a while, the male patient who had checked in and gone out a little while ago returned and said he had a reception card, No. 4.

The receptionist took him to the laboratory.
On the way back, the receptionist recognized me and asked, "Did you return?"
I answered that I had declared that quite a while ago.

I couldn't understand what had happened because I had told her I had returned and had been sitting opposite her in front of the reception for over a half hour.
Was I like an invisible woman or something?

Even though I could have my checkup earlier than patient No. 4, I couldn't help but feel angry.
Where had gone, the No.3 patient?

After finishing all my tasks and checking out, the receptionist came to me and apologized.
She said, "It won't happen again."
I really hope so.

As I went outside, it rained.
I had two choices: waiting until it cleared up or riding a bicycle in the rain.
I chose the second one because I wanted to de-stress.
However, I decided to ride with more care than usual.

In my online English class, I shared this story with my favorite teacher, N. She described it as a "dramatic story," but I said it was like a "traumatic story."

That's all for today.
Thanks for listening to (reading) my complaint.
I'll write a funny episode next time.
See you around.