Waiting Rooms

The smell of sick;

Annoyed receptions;

Phone calls—that should be placed outside—happening in the chair next to you, describing in full detail the sex life of a random stranger;

Magazines askew on a coffee table—but not one worth reading;

A toddler shuffles along from chair to chair, equally distributing his slobber and germs;

The door opens, your name is called—time to go sit and wait some more.