Observations, 10 October, 2007

It's interesting to look around the waiting area in the plastic surgeon's office. "Rednecks", bling, snooty, shy, young, old, denim jackets long out of style. Shiny boots, perky breasts, funky glasses, shortage of chairs, stroller, fake plants, stacks of magazines. Red Rave drink in the hands of a man who has made himself all too comfy in the upholstered chair; his legs spread wide. His shoes are polished. Candy bowl, ceramic bust...of a bust. Ginger flowers, fake stone floor and grey carpet, pretty artwork, big obnoxious TV that keeps the silence away. It's yapping about virginity, inability to have sex, "vaginisimus" (sic), waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting in the waiting area. Apropos. Brown/red wood for the desk and cupboards, silver edged top...I would have used brushed silver...golden walls and floor. More people come in. No more chairs, sorry. Overweight. Low-cut pants too tight. When will it be my turn? What does the little girl across the room (she must be seven or eight) think about this TV show talking about sex? What does the adult she's with think about it? Admin. ass't drinking Dasani. Wish I had some. Lumps on faces, tummies round, aging, sweet black hair, forgetting I have an appointment and not just here to people-watch. Patience thinning in patients. What do all these ppl. dislike about themselves? I could have moved seats to he could sit beside his woman, but I didn't want to, although now I think he got the better seat. It's by the window. Filing cabinets black, pieced together office isn't designed as I would have done it. Running through the magic forest to the castle. TV. Name called. Familiar. Do I want everyone to know my name? Do they care? Moving from waiting area to office, only to wait more there. Stars, Portage Av. lights: red, green, amber, white, some pink & blue. RBC Financial Group, Dominion, constant movement, smells funny in here; I don't like it. Comfy black leather chairs (x2), laser-type sounds from another room, what are the people back in the waiting room thinking I'm here for? Was I noticed? Subway, red circle, hustle & bustle, must be 800p by now, ugly art, waste of a canvas, different room than last visit, more artificial plants...even with large windows. Surely live plants would thrive in here. I guess no one wants to be bothered. Singing from the TV, something silver & odd-looking plugged into an outlet, interesting office chair, I'll be undressing soon - I think. I sure have a lot of cat hair on my red tee-shirt. Ankle socks slipping down my heel in my black CAT's, blue hoodie & Bombers jacket by my side on the chair. Comfy jeans that are too large are held up by a green studded belt, sirens screaming down below, patients being shuffled from waiting room to exam room, apologies for the wait, another chair brought out. My turn.