Deleonibus John G DPM

Where to begin? The office waiting room housed a bizarre array of people you would never see anywhere else, not even the MVA. I felt like I was time traveling back to 1955. The office décor was non-​existent, indeed shabby. I think the floor was covered in those old asbestos green and white linoleum tiles like what everyone’s father used to refinish their basements in the 50’s.
Frankly, after waiting and waiting, with odd people rushing around and no sense of organization to the place, I should have left. Instead, I was morbidly fascinated by the crazy scene. I think I waited an hour and a half and then was led to an examining room with the paper on the examining table not changed. Finally, the podiatrist walks in. «Call me Dr. John», he says magnanimously, and then decides my feet are fine and that the technician can cut my nails.
On the way out, they tried to set up another appointment. Huh?