Tuesday Night at the ER
I spent last night waiting in an ER for reasons I don’t care to share. In an act of brazen denial, I treated the entire affair as a people watching event. Here are some highlights:
There was an entire family wearing giant, white t-shirts. The grade school age children’s might have been bigger than their parents’. I’m talking 2x, maybe 3x. It was absurd and adorable, and the children played with their mother’s emesis tray and I smiled for the first time since I got the call to come in.
Dancing with the Stars played in the background. I smiled and thought “I hope Joey Fatone wins.” I might have even giggled, because in my brain, “Fatone” is pronounced “fat one.” That’s funny in an ER waiting room.
A woman I’ve met two or three times walked in with her family. I wasn’t sure if she recognised me, and I mulled over whether or not to say hi. ERs are awkward. I wasn’t in a position to disclose why I was there, and there’s really no pleasant reason to be in an ER, so I decided to let it go. The ER is a great place to meet strangers, but it’s a little awkward to bump into acquaintances.
