Two: The Waiting Room

     The waiting room was dull, as if deliberately designed to ensure maximum boredom.  Only one person occupied the room at a time.  Despite this, there were several different chairs from which to choose.  Although choose is probably not an entirely accurate description, since the chairs were in fact identical.  All of them were slightly uncomfortable, not so much as to distract, but just enough to not allow the sitter to completely relax.   The view from each of the chairs was essentially the same .
    From ceiling to floor the entire room consisted of shades of beige, so close in tone that they might be read as the same without close inspection.  The decorator failed to take into account textures as everything was flat without the benefit of any light reflection at all.  From  the featureless carpet to the bland ceiling the waiting room was one sad sweep of beige.  Even the ceiling failed to hold one's interest, with no distracting ceiling tiles to count.
     There was a coffee table, but without magazines, even outdated ones to read.  The table had no interesting coffee stains to interpret, no dust to write secret messages on,  nor sharp edges  to finger.  It sat far enough away from the chairs so as to be useless for resting feet.  But not far enough away to create space for pacing around.
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