Now that I’ve slept on yesterday for a day (!) I can remember the waiting room.  From way down the hall before anyone walked into the tiny waiting room, I could hear a repetative thud, click, then swoosh.  About every other thud, click, swoosh, came a grunt.  It was enough of a sound to make me wonder if someone needed help.  As I was just about to go see if someone needed assistance, the elderly man turned the corner of the long hallway with a white-haired miserable looking woman.   He had an oxygen tank on a three-legged pole along with his regular cane.

I smiled at them and went back to my reading.  By the time they made it into the waiting room, he huffed and puffed out to me:

Man: I like those boots.  Women don’t know how to dress anymore.

Me:  Oh, thank you.

Man:  You look mighty fine.  I watched Victoria’s Secret the other night and went through two tanks of oxygen.

Wife: Shut up, quit talking, you can’t even breath.

Man: What do you know, she looks nice.

I looked at the wife, smiled, she didn’t smile back.

Then another man walked in who, I kid you not, was a replica of that guy from the Bob Newhart Show who went for treatment, Elliot Carlin

Toupe and all.  Actually, when I just looked up recent pics of him, maybe it was him!

Elliot Carlin from Bob Newhart Image from Rankopedia

He came up to the oxygened man and said:

Elliotman:  I lost my brother to smoking, you know.

Man:  I don’t wanna hear about it.

Man turns to me:  I got hooked on cigarettes in the War.

Me:  Yeah, they gave them to you guys like candy back then, didn’t they.

Wife:  Shut up, leave her alone. Stop talking to her.

Man: What?  She doesn’t have holes in her jeans, she looks nice, nobody dresses nice anymore.

The wife then talks to Elliot Carlin, who had the same mannerisms as the character on TV.

What the hell was I doing there?  Then my doctor called me in.  With 20-20 hindsight, I’d have better of staying out in the waiting room with the normal kookadoodledoos.  Since he was Dr. EEEEVVVVVILLLL.

Going back to bed, even though he told me that if I was so fat, why don’t I do something about it.

Love, Little Miss Sunshine