The
waiting room was quiet.
Very
quiet.
In fact
it had been extremely quiet since the moment I walked through the door.
It was
as if everyone said “shusssh”!
Rob’s
coming through the door.
Let’s
all be quiet and freak him out just a little.
Personally,
I thought my fly was open.
Nope.
Perhaps
my ensemble wasn’t flattering.
No. I
was matched head to toe.
Maybe I had broccoli stuck between my teeth.
Maybe I had broccoli stuck between my teeth.
Couldn’t
be. I had only eaten a bagel for breakfast.
Just maybe
I was the youngest person to walk through the door that afternoon.
Most of
my fellow waiting room “friends” were much older.
I was staring
at the floor beneath my feet, waiting for someone to break the silence.
Maybe
someone would say-
“You’re
such a young man Bubalah to be sitting here in an eye Doctor’s office.”
Nobody
asked.
The
silence continued for several minutes In fact I was beginning to wonder if any
of them were breathing.
Maybe
they were zombies waiting to have me for lunch.
A few
more minutes passed when all of a sudden a petite older lady on my left threw
out the first comment.
“So,
that Bob Rae, eh?”
That’s
all she said.
The woman
with her said nothing. She just nodded in agreement.
A
moment later a man two chairs away- on my right, piped up-
“So it
looks like the MURF is done now.”
A lady
on his right added-
“…after
they spent all our money- which by the way could have been spent on something
that would benefit the community.”
Yikes!
Tough
crowd to be sure!
As she
quieted down, a lady opposite blurts out:
“I hate
that damned construction out on Memorial Avenue because the buses are all
running late and are being detoured.”
That’s
all she said.
The man
who was accompanying her just flipped to another page in the magazine he was holding.
Hmmm. Maybe
they were all Stepford Wives and their husbands.
Well…
Maybe.
Funny
the things one hears when out and about. I guess they were all waiting for
someone- anyone, to break the awkward waiting room silence.
Me?
I had
heard enough.
I
popped in an earpiece and tuned in Starlite Radio on my Samsung Smartphone,
effectively
blocking out any more comments. After all I had heard everything I needed to hear.
I was up to date:
Bob Rae
says no to running for the Liberal Leadership.
The MURF-
actually the recreation centre since the MURF was killed off a few years back,
was a waste of money.
and-
Memorial
Avenue is a mess and a good area to avoid it during the summer months until the
road is widened to four lanes as it is from the Bypass to Front Street South.
Funny
the stuff you hear in a waiting room once the conversation starts rolling.
