I stood and I stood and I stood and the receptionist was nowhere to be found. Finally, I heard a voice from the other window ask for my cell phone number. I gave it to her and then it rang.
"Hello?" I inquired. "Who's this?"
"This is the receptionist. You're standing at the wrong window."
"Oh." And I sauntered over to the other side. All I wanted were my special medications and I can't believe I waited so long.
When I finally walked through the door, a crowd of nurses stood by. They hugged me and patted my back. "There, there," they said, "everything will be alright, Mr. Dave..."