Average Scene made Interesting

Waiting Room.


This place is cold. Waiting rooms are so unwelcoming. Of course they couldn't be bothered to place a single damn comfy chair, instead: we get the right angled crap without the armrest. The appointment is at five, the unvarying blood test routine where I get told to eat less sugar and eat more fruits. I had better things to do today, like, watch television. Where are the magazines? The only positive component of waiting rooms is the materialistic, gossipy literature piled in stacks near the receptionist's table. Crap, I read that one last time! The rest are in... well, that dialect of chinese. Walking back with a desolated air back to my piece of cardboard the doctor calls a chair, I glance at all the other patients. They look fine. Why are they here? Are they going before me? I recall my appointment being a five: I got here at five thirty. Oh well.
I hate the doctor. She has such a normative attitude: no change in tempo when she walks, talks or breathes, the same face whether she's taking my blood or talking to me about her life. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.   Maybe I should talk. Nah. Oh, there's someone walking in. I know him!
Talk. now. I said TALK. This is terribly awkward: hes staring isn't he? Dammit.
I navigate my eyes toward, holy crap they won't move. Its weird if I use my fingers to move my eyes towards him right? I am not normal. The inaction here is incomprehensible: the stupid guy won't talk to me first. Sooo.... Im just going to sit here in silence looking at my phone. That sounds good.
"I recognize you"
What the hell?
"Oh, yes! I recognize you too. Charles right?"
"Um... Anthony actually"
"RIGHT! Thats what I meant"
YESSSSSSS.