The voice at the end of the line had told me I might have to wait ten minutes or so, but it's now more than 30 minutes. The woman sitting next to me has grown restless waiting for her ultrasound. She is complaining, quietly enough, to her companion, and on her cell phone, threatening to leave if she's not called soon. Her appointment was scheduled for 9:00 and it's now past 9:30. She tells me that I'll be waiting longer than 10 minutes past my appointment time too. She can't understand why a procedure of this type would run late. They're all by appointment, aren't they.
She evidently has some place else that she needs to be, and I don't, so I'm not really bothered by the delay, just bored enough, now that I'm done with my newspaper, so that my attention turns to the decor of the room, the carpeting first because I'm mostly staring at the floor. The office has been completely renovated within the last year, so the carpeting has to be new. But it doesn't appear so. The color is kind of a sepia toned weak-tea shade, and the pattern looks like vintage brocade drapes, but with a random trail of some kind of wandering design. There is a large stain, or maybe it's only a temporary spot, over near the row of windows. I hope it's just spilled water.
Tired of gazing downward, I look around and see that the walls are also the same dreary shade of pale tan, and note further that the upholstery of the chairs is the same hue. It could be that someone somewhere decided this shade of brown is the most restful for cardiac patients, but it reminds me of the color that the late writer Kurt Vonnegut identified as "babyshit brown."
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