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Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

Does she HAVE to do that so loudly?
I sat there waiting in the lobby for 53 minutes as the receptionist tapped her bright red glossy fingernails on her desk.
She clearly needed some sort of task to occupy her time. I thought about giving her one. Maybe she should rearrange the magazines. Or go get me Starbucks. I could use Starbucks right now. Why isn't she getting me Starbucks?
Now she's doubly annoying me. She's tapping, AND the cause of my lack of coffee. Seriously, why is she getting paid?

I looked around so that I could defer my attention from the annoying receptionist.
Nothing else was too exciting. A kid poking his sister incessantly while she practices some SERIOUS patience by not responding. She must have experience in this area. It must be a common occurance. Maybe I could learn from her. Maybe I would not be so annoyed right now by Receptionist Lady. What other admirable character traits have I missed out on aquiring from being an only child? Thanks, Mom.

Y'know, for someone who is about to get a new car, I'm quite cynical.
Maybe I'll blame that on my mom too. Maybe not. That's probably not fair. She tried. How could she know that Receptionist Lady would be so useless? She couldn't have prepared me for that. Although maybe if I'd had a sibling I'd know how to better control my annoyance, and as we've established, that actually IS her fault.

I won this contest at the mall. I'm getting a brand new cherry-red Honda Civic. I'm really not a fan of red. (Receptionist Lady apparently is...) But really, beggars can't be choosers, right? I'm getting a new car. That's good. That is very good. My old car is sitting outside of the dealership begging to be retired. I think it is harboring ill-feelings ever since I won the contest. It's more defiant than usual. I try not to talk about it much.

56 minutes. Really? I mean, I know I should be willing to wait another hour to receive the car. I did much worse to actually win it. I wouldn't eat three jars of Jelly Bellies and suffer the consequences for much less than a Civic.

She got up! Receptionist Lady. She left! Where is she? She is supposed to be ready to call my name at any given moment. That is her job. Her job is to call names. How can she call names if she is not where the list of names is?

Oh, she's back.
"Mrs. Smith?"
Good.
Okay. I wonder what she was doing.

NO.
She has a Starbucks cup.
Ridiculous.