There's something in the way they designed waiting rooms. Something in the way it stroked the egos of those occupying them, as if they were important business clients.
Mrs. Holloway was everything the room embodied, except for any form of patience.
"Hi ma'am," the clerk greeted the elderly lady who waved a hand in acknowledgement. "Uhm . . ." she watched for motive. "Oh no," the clerk got up slowly. "Sorry ma'am," she moved her feet a little faster. "You can't enter without an appointment."
Dr. Dentin's door was open by the time the clerk reached the elderly lady. They broke the dentist's attention. He broke the client's tooth, and the client swore in broken English.
They stood there helplessly as the elderly lady proceeded, piece by piece, to undress herself. Mrs. Holloway's skin was filled with lines and bags, yet no shame.
"Uhm . . . ma'am, could you please leave?" tried the dentist, but there was no reaction to his words.
Dr. Dentin gave in with a sigh and signaled for the clerk to take leave. Something he soon regretted as the elderly lady concluded her performance with her legs spread wide open. "Ma'am," he kept his eyes on the ground. "I think you have the wrong department."
"I know exactly where I am," Mrs. Holloway insisted. "You put my husband's teeth in last week. Now you have to remove them."
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