So here I am. Waiting in the doctors waiting room. Right now doc is late. I hate waiting for doctors who in the end charge above the Medicare rate and who are late. Regarless of that I’m sitting across a guy, early 40’s. Somewhat good looking but not my type. He is muttering. Not so much muttering but more of a conversation. He turns his head and speaks. Turns back and sighs. He keeps talking. I can’t quite make out what the conversation is as I’m not close enough. Maybe he is bored like I am. We are the only two here. I wonder who he sees sitting next to him?