Sunday, January 11, 2009

跳Q / Jumping the Queue


Q
金雨田
Jumping the Queue
Jin Yu Tian
寫了篇帶女兒看牙醫,讀者問怎麽你碰上的都不是東西?孰知當今行醫如賣雜果,生意好,少你個人又怎樣
AFTER publishing an essay about taking my daughter to see a dentist, I got responses from readers wondering how it was that I had always come across mean doctors. They don’t know that many practitioners nowadays are like those fruiterers who, complacent about their good business, just don’t care about losing a customer.
年前駕車,胸口悶,才發覺自己對心呀肝呀肺呀的位置都摸不清,生命誠可貴下句還是生命誠可貴。立即停車奔進診療所,櫃枱小姐竟擋駕,推說醫生準備出診,不看!不看!我說,好,我只要等醫生出來告訴我心臟在左在右呢,還是在中間?
Late last year, when driving, I suddenly felt suffocated somewhere in the chest. This reminded me how I had neglected myself, ignorant even about the position of my heart, liver, or lungs.
O verily, precious is life;” – the oft-quoted line flashed across my mind, followed by my impromptu version – “Nothing more precious can I find!”
At once I stopped my car and dashed into the nearest clinic, only to be stopped by the receptionist. “No, no,” said the girl, telling me the doctor was just leaving for a house call.
Well, I replied, I would just like the doctor to tell me where exactly my heart was – in the left, right, or middle of the chest.
才隔一天,牙根來折磨,年除夕大早,急下樓看牙醫,櫃枱小姐也推說不看不看,因爲我沒預約。“小姐,這是牙痛啊啊!”連續兩個啊,她都懶得睬你呢。
Two days later, a decayed tooth root came to torture me. Incidentally, it was the New Year’s Eve, so I hurried to the community dentist’s downstairs early in the morning. The receptionist turned me away because I had no appointment.
“Oh, my young lady,” I pleaded, “but this is TOOTHACHE. Ouch! Ouch!” Yet the girl granted me no attention, despite my double exclamations of agony.
歲末得跟時間賽跑,只好急奔公司牙醫。嘩,少說也二十多人在輪候,都是友族病人,但沒幾個人,我便被傳召了。雖然麻醉藥還在擴散,醫生已把那“傢伙幹掉了。“Happy New Year!”老醫生奧利佛說。
The year approaching its very end, I had to race against time. I rushed into my company’s clinic and found – oh no! – at least 20 patients in the waiting queue, all of them Malays and Indians. But very soon I was attended to and, under anaesthetic, the troublemaker in my mouth was removed. “Happy New Year!” said Oliver, the old doctor.
一面捧著腫脹的面頰一面感覺“如沐春風”,尤其對著候診室裏讓我Q的友族同胞 –– 新年快樂!好兆頭
Even with my cheeks still swollen, I felt a soothing breeze caressing me. “Happy New Year to you, too!” I replied, particularly to all my Malay and Indian colleagues in the waiting room, who had kindly allowed me to jump the queue. What a good omen for the New Year!
(Translated by Allen Zhuang)
[原載新加坡《聯合早報》(2000);收入《不着地族 / A Lift-Off People(潘正鐳著、Allen Zhuang 英譯;Singapore: All Publishing House, 2002)]

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