I had to take off Monday to take a 3-year-old and 1-year-old to their respective doctors on opposite parts of town. I was able to make an afternoon appointment at Stinkpot’s ear, nose and throat specialist. However, I didn’t bother to make an appointment that morning for Lil Bit’s community clinic. I was going to risk it: a walk-in!
I frazzledly walked into the clinic carrying my 23-pound foster baby, Lil Bit, on one hip, balancing the overstuffed diaper bag across the opposite shoulder, all while I was herding hyperactive Stinkpot through the clinic doors. There was only one other patient in the waiting room!!! In a corner of the waiting room, an elderly man was slumped over in his wheelchair looking as though we were awakening him. He was a heavy man and sadly too ill to bother with shaving. He reminded me of a dark-skinned Abe Vigoda.
Note: Stinkpot does not have an “inside voice”. His voice will wake the dead. Stinkpot became very excited, enthusiastically jumping up and down. He was pointing at the elderly man!