Mrs. Cartwright, a renowned warrior of rectitude, enters the crammed surgery waiting room with her husband, Derek, the patient. It should be evident that the Cartwrights, established pillars of the community, need to sit. Mrs. Cartwright deploys her best shining smile accompanied by a slight throat clearing.
Nobody looks up.
Using her secondary weapon, she smiles and hurls forth a voluminous sigh. The conversations, texting, magazine reading, and vacant gazing continue. So, she in her best frock and Derek in his best suit stand bolt upright and wait for the summons which, for Mrs. Cartwright, cannot come a moment too soon.