He sat in the
waiting room, staring at the big
clock on the
wall slowly tick onward. The clock had
Roman numerals.
That's
odd, he thought. Why use Roman numerals? All anybody knows are the
Hindu-
Arabic numbers.
He was disgusted with Seth Thomas'
stupidity.
He looked at his
watch, with Hindu-Arabic numbers. Digital. It was 9:48 PM.
The waiting room looked so
sterile. Like it had been sprayed with something. All
white and
quiet. All of the
magazines on the endtable were geared towards a 30-50-year-old
female audience. He wondered, Can a magazine have an
audience?
Earlier that day, he had seen a horrible
wreck. A head-on collision. He saw one of the
victims partially sprawled out on the road.
He was wearing a
wristwatch.
It had Roman numerals.
"Krenwinkel?"
He shot up,
surprised at having heard his
name for the first time in ages.
"Yeah?"
"The
doctor will see you now."
"Oh. Okay. Thank you."
He stiffly got up and walked out of the waiting room.
"Mr. Krenwinkel?"
"Yes?"
"The doctor's
office is that way." She pointed in the
opposite direction.