April 22, 2017:

Empty waiting room yet the emphysemic geriatric with died black hair and perfume parks it next to me. Wheezing heavily and distractedly, eyes glued to reception.

Bitchin in black: tights, jacket, boots, accented with a small pink shoulder bag that matches her hair. Lovely.

Blonde mom with little blonde daughter, waiting patiently yet clearly with concern as staff and orderlies dote instead on the theatrical little boy with his endless curious questions. Isn't he smart!