I'm sitting in the waiting room of my local walk-in family clinic, as is half of the population of my county. I have no voice and I can't stop coughing, and while I'd normally wait something like this out, I'd really like to feel better before next week. Ideally, my classmates will see me as the self confident, intelligent woman I've grown to be instead of a walking ad for pneumonia vaccinations.
When I got here, there was a line out the door just to get to the receptionist. Thank goodness, once again, for the iPhone, because the tv here is permanently stuck on Fox News. I can handle sniffles and cough, but add fair and balanced and I'm gonna need some really good cough medicine.
What I cannot handle, however, is the other people here.
Listen, Mrs. Stench, the chairs are so close in this place that our knees have already repeatedly made acquaintance. Will you PLEASE cover your damn mouth when you cough? Also, please keep stepping outside to smoke then blowing your last lungful out while you're opening the door to walk back in. Most of the people in here already have a good healthy cough. What we need to clean our lungs out is the exfoliating, burning power of your second-hand smoke. Thank you, your help is appreciated.
And you, Miss Noisy, I'm thisclose to take the gum you keep popping and the fake nails you keep clicking and shove them all in your special place. Shut up.
Mr. Roid, you keep shifting in your chair and leaning to one side. I'm not hating on you, but I definitely don't know if I feel more sorry for you or the doctor who gets to examine you. Poor guy.
Oddly enough, there's no stereotypical obnoxious cell phone user, but the receptionist's voice is bugging me.
MEA during cold and flu season. Good times.
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