Waiting Room

   You know the one, the graveyard of dinosaurs.  She was sitting a "safe" seat away from me when her name was called. She stood up, wobbled for a moment, and appeared dismayed. I asked her if she felt dizzy. she said no, but thought she might fall. A male assistant approached her; she took his arm and proceeded into the examining room, for one test or another.

   After a while, she re-appeared and took her place back in the waiting room along with the rest of us. While I was still waiting, her name was called again, for another step in the process. She told them to wait a minute. She was sitting there, with a baggie of cheese nips, slipping them into her masked mouth. She announced that earlier she almost fell. They waited for her to finish her snack, though seemed a little impatient doing so. Time's a'wastin' you know, regardless of your hypoglycemia or whatever.