April 22, 2017:

Empty waiting room and 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 on the theatrical little boy with the endless curious questions. Isn't he smart!