The waiting room at the doctor’s office was jam-packed full of people. Skinny people, fat people, hippy people, nice people, broken-boned people, accidented people, and one big fat lady noisily chewing gum who had one big red-orange ponytail on the right side of her fat head. I don’t know what her name was, so let’s just call her… Hagar. Is Hagar okay with you? Okay, it’s fine with me too.
A man in first corner of the room was most unfortunate when Hagar plopped down in the burgundy seat beside him. Oh well, he was unfortunate anyway — he had a gold tooth.
“So, buddy, what happened to you? Huh?” Hagar asked randomly. The man was also kind of weird so, being weird, he answered her. There was supposedly something wrong with his arm, and Hagar said most suddenly,
“Oh, yeah, I know all about that, my arm has been acting weird too. I can’t hold anything heavy. Yes, yes, I know.”
If any one had been watching, which I am sure a lot of people were, they were probably thinking, That person is so weird, I am glad I am not sitting next to her.
Some of the problems about Hagar was that she was nosy, believed that she should know everything, she was loud, and she made it her policy to know everything about everybody.
So, if you had been watching the room up above, say from a hidden camera, you would’ve seen Hagar moving from chair to chair which looked something like, “Plop! Plop! PLOP!”
There, she was sitting right next to a poor little old lady with a few bandages on her knee. (And I mean little! She was dwarfed.)
“So, what happened to you? Did ya’ fall?” Hagar was leaning over the hunched little old lady. The lady was very quiet and so I am not exactly sure what she said, but I think she said, “No, I have arthritis.”
“Oh, hmmm.” Hagar sounded a little disappointed that she wasn’t right about what happened to the little lady.
A red-headed man sitting next to me in a wheelchair had a splint on one ankle, a temporary cast on one arm and huge, pussy scabs and scratches on his knees and arm. Then, “Plop! Plop! Plop! PLOP!” Hagar was sitting right in front of me and right across from the scabbed-up, red-headed man!
“So, Red, what happened to you?”
“I was hit by a car on my motorcycle.”
“Oh, were you wearing you leathers?”
The conversation went on for a few minutes, ranging from the scabbed-up, red-headed man, to his children and,
“Awww, congratulations!” (That was Hagar commenting on the man’s three-week-old baby that wasn’t there.)
Then, Hagar slowly turned her huge head towards me!
“So, Baby, what happened to you? Hmmm?” I was almost petrified, but, I slowly managed to say,
“Uhhhh, I b-broke my leg.”
“Oh, how did you do it?”
“I was on a sled.”
The conversation, if you can call it that, went on, and it was very strange.
This was a very strange occurrence and I hope it won’t happen again. Thank you for listening and not leaving since this was so strange.
This has been, “Terror in the Waiting Room” with Kendra.

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