The receptionist looks right through me.
Then her eyes dive back into the computer screen.
Typing tick tick tick... tick tick...
The office chair cracks and falls down two inches.
She lifts it back up and readjusts it into place.
The other woman complains about the woman.
The one who was seated there before her now.
She said her settings were all changed.
As if it was done with a pinch of malice.
The lead receptionist ignores her.
She asks for my card.
I hand it over, she checks it and returns it to my hand.
"Just wait down there." she pointed to the seats.
The other receptionists kept eyes on screens.
I turned, sat and retreated inward observing.
The next patient came in and asked if he had an appointment.
He loudly confessed the fact he had arrived late.
Then he checked his dairy to make sure he was in the right place.
As if the man himself had materialized from nowhere.
That any form of planning would be a plan against humanity.
He made a call to reschedule his other appointment,
in a loud voice infront of the three receptionists, two seated and I.
It was like his performance in the reception was a special moment.
Inside the soap opera of his life, in the episode that was today.
And with that real recognition came from the receptionists
As if this moron was well worth it all round a forgotten hero suddenly revealed.
Their eyes lit up, I was surprised they didn't just give him a standing ovation.
How his negligent stupidity reminds them of their fathers, or comes across puppy like.
I wouldn't call it clumsy though, I'd say it was a valid strategy.
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