Waiting Rooms.

I go to physical therapy a couple times a week.

I usually have to wait a few minutes before going back. Whenever I walk in, I always hope that the waiting room is empty, and get that "oh crap" feeling when it's crowded with elderly. You know the feeling... the feeling you have when you get on an airplane and see young children. Yeah, that one. I have it with the elderly in a waiting room.

There's a few reasons why...
1. The smells. You've got the overwheming stench of whatever old perfume the old ladies have been using since 1934, the smells of depends that needed to be changed hours ago, mixed with denture cream, butt cream, and body cream. Delicious.

2. The conversation. Would you like to discuss A. Death or B. The weather or C. BOTH? I learned the other day that they can be combined. Mrs. So-and-So had a cousin from out west that died in a snow storm back in 1972.

3. The old man stares. They are somewhere in between sweet like looking at a baby and creepy like the ax men in horror movies. Plus, they are followed with "hi there, what's a sweet gal like you doing at physical therapy?" It's even more uncomfortable if the old man stare and attempted conversation starter (that I'm sure would lead into a discussion about weather or death) is started next to the old man's wife.

I go again tomorrow. Here's hoping to an empty waiting room. :)

Melissa