Doctor's office. No cell phones allowed. People still using them. A pink one. Are you above the rules? What makes you so special? Unfamiliar face after unfamiliar face. TV's on, sound's off. Very overweight man. Gross. He's sitting on a chair and his belly is hanging down over the chair. Closing the top of my coffee mug that I brought from home, it spatters on me. A few word puzzles to distract me, although I can't seem to concentrate. Then three familiar faces: Andrea, Diane and Brian. I like them. All three of them are GOOD. "The View is on one TV. And I think it's the Jefferson's or 227 (??) on the other. Closed captioned. My coffee is cooling off and will soon be undrinkable. The pink cell phone rings. I contemplate pointing to the "Cell Phone Free Zone" sign. There's a woman at the payphone, looking through the phonebook. She has bright orange hair with reeeally bad roots. And it looks greasy. Ick. The lady across from me is wearing a red jacket, jeans, brown shoes, blue blouse & has a black purse. She's impatient. I'm nervous. My name was just called and now I'm sitting in the doctor's exam room. God. I hope I don't have cancer.
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