Waiting Room

I am sitting at the doctor’s office, waiting for my turn to go in and have a check-up. The wait is a long one but as usual, I pass the time by watching the dynamics of the patients as they enter and leave the small waiting room. I have always been a very content people watcher. I notice the baby before I notice his mother. Perhaps two or three months old, he is sitting in an infant car seat and peering around with eyes that seem to be as round as quarters.

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