Jan 27, 2013
...aisles of vinyl chairs, bonded together as if in punishment.
I knew what the emergency waiting room of a metropolitan hospital would be like. Once when I was about ten, I'd gone with my mother after she had stepped on a nail while building a birdhouse. The place was like a bus station, with a dirty floor and aisles and aisles of vinyl chairs, bonded together as if in punishment. ***** When it was all over, my mother had bought me a candy bar and said cheerfully, "Well that's done!" as if she and I had just bought a fine bundle of corn at the farmers' market, and not languished for an hour in the company of human misery.