The doctor's waiting room is normally not very interesting. There is just me and other people waiting for our names to be called to wait, once again, in a treatment room. Today the first 15 minutes of my wait was entertaining. A young woman on her phone was answering questions about her business. "Oh yes, you would like to book an event? Well, as you know Fabio is very busy. I'm in LA, but will be in New York on Monday. My email? Sure. The restaurant? It's fabulous." Blah Blah Blah.com.
I was listening to my trusty talk radio for awhile and checking out the book on writing a screenplay that I brought, so I lost track for a minute of the red headed mover and shaker who lithely lounged across the chair in a beige, long summer dress, glued to her Blackberry. Then suddenly she was at it again, talking about paying a bill and ready to give her credit card number without hesitation. "Hold on," she told the person on the line. "Hello, Mom, let me call you back." I was a little disappointed it was her mom. I was hoping for a glittering New York celebrity like Heidi Klum telling her the date of her next baby shower so she could book her fabulous event in that fabulous restaurant.
After she left, I apparently missed the entire credit card number she gave over the phone in a crowded doctor's waiting room, but the lady 2 seats down from me didn't. We unashamedly started talking about our entertaining co-waiter until the poor man between us finally got up and found another seat. The kind lady I was talking to felt we had been a little rude, but I felt that he could have moved at any moment if we were annoying him. I told her this is such a colorful event, I just might write about it in my blog. "Oh, what's your blog?" she asked. I love that question.
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