Visions of Hell
The wife is going full-time at work and she was told to go to a nearby outpatient clinic for a physical and a drug test.
Arrive and she goes up to the reception, hands her paper work to the woman seated, who reviews it and then all too loudly says, 'Ok Mrs __ you are here for your DRUG TEST. Please fill these forms out, give them back to me and then we'll call you when we are ready to give you your DRUG TEST'.
Felt like a passive, unwitting character in a Monty Python flick.
The waiting area was small, a bit larger than our family room, painted a off-white, probably thought by someone to be soothing, but really the opposite. All seats were taken, some elderly, others with sniffles, cranky, peevish kids... all in all a swell place to be stuck in.
Finally, my wife was called and I started my wait. The TV in the waiting area had CNN on (loudly) and it was a continuous stream of breathless -no shameless salivating masquerading as 'reporting' over the President-elect. It was so bad/inane that if I had not know any better, I would have mistaken it as a parody I might see on SNL or Mad TV, but it wasn't.
Sat and uncomfortably sat trying to go to a mental 'happy place', but that proved a lost cause. I left and stood outside in the slight chill for the duration.
As I stood outside I realized what my circle of hell would be. I pictured myself thrown in to sit for an eternity, in a small uncomfortable room, with no exit, a TV loudly broadcasting only CNN, no reading material expect for People magazine or Time and a closed loop of Tony Orlando & Dawn/The Capitan and Tennille songs play in the background.
If ever there was a reason to be good.........
