The Waiting Room Series
The last time I went with a friend to her doctors appointment I waited, well, in the waiting room for a pretty good amount of time. Didn’t bother me though. I love waiting rooms, lots of interesting people in there. I like observing and listening to peoples conversations.
Yes, I am aware this is probably a huge invasion of privacy but let’s get real people. We are only sitting 5 ft. away from one another. I can hear you.
Anyway, I had a nice little seat in the corner so I sketched a few of the characters real quick in my moleskine…
Above: A tanned skin gentleman with hair the color of snow who wasn’t much of a talker. Even though his eyes were practically hidden I think he was scoping out the room too. Notice the elbow on the chair back - necessary for casual pivoting.
Above: This stylish teddy bear was sitting calmly, filling out paperwork in his star covered hat and black blazer. I imagined him living a simple life but having everything he needs. He probably bakes really good cookies and might treat himself to a pair of new sneakers every so often.
Above: What we have here is a VERY talkative elderly man who was annoyed by Mexican people. Not because he was racist mind you - no, no. It was because the last time he was at the Urologist they took up all the rooms and he was forced to walk the halls leaving “pee-trails” every where. I watched him blow through 3 chair neighbors with his relaxed approach regarding the daily struggles he faced. In the end, I couldn’t decide if I was sad for him or not, he was sort of a racist.
Above: A woman who seemed content but looked uncomfortable read a romance novel while waiting for her husband. She was wearing some sort of soft brace that looked like a life jacket for a small dog. I think she is the type to always laugh at her friends jokes and might have a nice china cabinet in her kitchen
Above: Holding on to her belongings for dear life we have this gossipy beeotch. She acted like someone was going to steal her precious floral print spiral notebook and force her first born child into a life of devil worshiping. She ended up sitting next to me and talking crap to her friend (who barely uttered a word) about what seemed like every single person in town.
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