You can’t make this stuff up.
Everyone in a waiting room has a story. Sometimes stories play out in acts. Prior to the arrival of this gentleman, a half-dozen people holding pink pieces of paper were seated in the waiting area. They were all called into another area. I was the only one aware of the dramatic situation when this man, […]
I like the middle one best.
If you were wondering about the subject of the cogitating man‘s thoughts, behold: