Receptionist Number One chews her gum loudly,
looks at me with disdain
while I fumble for the appointment card
my forehead and hands slick with perspiration
as I realize she’s seen the condom wrapper
shining like a beacon inside my wallet.
With a pop of a bubble, peppermint fills the air
and she grins like a shit-eating skunk,
tells me my appointment isn’t until next Tuesday.
Another bubble bursts, this one filled not
with peppermint but with the stench of pretention.
I tell her that her blouse is ugly and walk out the door.
Meanwhile, back at the doctor’s office
Receptionist Number Two logs in to her facebook account
and updates her status. She thinks the blouse is ugly too.
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