Waiting Room Madness
You know the waiting as well as I do. You hate it too. The terrible waiting. The time you dread more than a five foot needle stuck in your backside. You feel the rage. You work harder than hell for some decent medical insurance only to wait like a flea-bitten dog for a miserable bone.Waiting in line to fill out a form. Waiting for a bubblegum-smacking bimbette to point out an pale plastic seat. The terrible waiting in a terrible waiting room. A colour-coded monstrosity overflowing with wheezing zombies staring a flat-paint walls. Or burying their weird heads in magazines best lining Aunt Betty's birdcage. The thought of sitting elbow to elbow in a room full of sick people makes me that much sicker. Admit it! Any person forcing you to wait that long deserves a serious smack in the face. I want to smack him now before I get the bill. I want to smack him for his poor taste in decor. I want to yell and smack the SOB for his magazine selection alone. And I definitely want to smack this germ-carrying freak next to me coughing up the Ebola virus in my direction. Looking up at the so-called secretary with a tic-tac for a brain, you wonder how these people avoid illness wading through room after room of da
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Aunt Betty's, Gracias Amigo, Waiting Madness, Sir Doctor, Nurse Boobjob, terrible waiting, it's hands, you're it's hands, you're it's,
Approximate Word count = 801
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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