The time was that I would leave early in the morning to
attend an important business meeting. Now I leave at 6 am to get to the local
lab before the rush so I can sit with geezers all holding their numbers, and
waiting for blood tests and containers for a host of other samples. One old
dude wets his finger from his mouth to clean some dried substance on his shirt
from the day before. Another old gal appears that this is one of an endless
string of joyless days. Between glances at interesting people, I am reading
J.K. Rowling’s ‘The Casual Vacancy.’ In a one room waiting room, the upgraded
processing system blares out “number 10, report to desk number 1.” Even with
some hearing loss, there’s no way that I missed that. Desk one is ten paces away. I am still moving
more quickly than the rest of this tribe.
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