When I thought about it, at all the time I spent in the waiting room with old magazines and photos on the wall rescued from attics, I felt like a bird perched on an old fridge, in an old boat, waiting for answers, for questions, for fish.
In the waiting room
I know that feeling. At least unlike Godot, the Dr. usually does show up.
He does, eventually.
And here’s me with a doctor’s appointment this morning! The waiting room magazines always have at least one recipe in I want but I never have my cell phone with me for a photo of it!
Take your phone this time!
I trust you were seen eventually
Yes I was, eventually.
Love this. Great comparison
Thank you. Glad to know it resonates with you.