This morning I sat in the waiting room of a car dealership while the oil was being changed in my wife's vechicle. The waiting room was empty, except for one other male, who spoke not a word. The TV was on, forcing at least the audio of The Price is Right into my eardrums. I tried to read Steve Martin's An Object of Beauty (a good book, by the way), but it was difficult over the sounds coming from the television. Then, about an hour into my 90 minute wait, a woman entered the room, took out her cell phone and called her health insurance company. In a loud voice, she gave her name, date of birth, account number and started discussing her pre-existing condition.
It made me wish the TV volume was louder.
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