Waiting Room, Part II

    He is so out of place in the cardiologist's waiting room. First of all, he is young, so that makes him stand out, but not as noticeably as the way he is dressed.  He is wearing a suit, a well-fitting one at that.  And real shoes, the only pair of leather-shod feet in the waiting room.  Moreover, he has a haircut, the kind that, while fairly long on top, shows undeniable signs of having been razor-cut in areas. His appearance screams "Pharmaceutical Rep."  He may as well have been wearing a sign.   He sits, waiting, for a while, but not for too long.  A female staff member appears to tell him that unfortunately, Dr. P. will not be able to see him today, as the doctor  is "swamped" with appointments.  Another office tech appears, trying to offer another option. The two women continue to fawn over him, kind of competing with each other to see who can be most helpful, one advising the other that "we don't want to keep him waiting too long." (The waiting room is lined with waiting patients, who presumably are not being paid for their time.)  Finally, it is decided that the man should return another time, that the doctor he was hoping to see would be so informed.  As he prepares to leave, he hands the staff member a packet containing a dozen or so packages of samples of some kind.  The staff member exclaims, "Oh, are you giving these to me?"