Waiting Room Chattering
I sat in a waiting room yesterday for two or three hours while Anna had surgery. It was actually a sun room outside the waiting room. It was away from the TV so I could read. I think my face was medium rare when it was all over.
Also sitting there was a red headed lady that looked much like my late cousin Alice. She looked like she really would prefer not to talk. However, she did give me polite nod when I sat down, but went back her magazine.
I sat there and glanced at her when I turned a page. I thought that we probably have some things in common to talk about, we might know some same people. A tough nut to crack.
Finally I said, "I think I should be on a rotisserie". She laughed. Then we talked and talked, then talked some more. She was in the Navy, a dental technician stationed in Iceland, she lived in New York, she owns her own business, and her live-in boyfriend, who is having a similar operation as Anna, by the same doctor, is her employee. Her business is manufacturers' representative. They live in Kennesaw.
By pokes, jabs, hints, jokes, I came to the conclusion we are not related or have any common friends or acquaintances (which is the first time that has happened). But we carried on a lively conversation without hardly a thing in common.
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