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.