"Hello," she says to break the silence.
The wafer with sopping wet curls and bug-eye sunglasses gets up and walks out side. She stands right in front of the door, turns around, lights a cigar, and stares at us.
As she turns to make conversation a similar looking girl, who at that very moment buries herself in her phone, the PA behind the counter tells us it'll just be a minute. Then miss dry, but unnecessarily hair gelled, curls has something to say.
"What time is your appointment?"
"2:30," she answers.
"What doctor are you seeing, because my appointment was at 2:30 and if your next then I just don't understand." Her words were thrown out so fast that I almost didn't understand.
"She's not seeing the doctor today," I tell her, hoping that's what she was looking for. She appeared happy with that answer and, unfortunately for me, open for conversation.
"I'm getting my shot today, do you get shots?"
"I used to, but I don't need them anymore." Skinny girl put her phone down and leaned forward in her chair. "I only come in once a month now."
"Oh, I still get shots. I like your shoes. Where'd you get 'em?"
"I've had them for so long I can't remember. Oh, wait, I got them at footlocker."
My client turns to me and asks, "Can we go there when you take me shopping?"
"Yeah, probably," I answer as I glance up at Nick, the PA, again. He holds up five fingers with an apologetic smile in response.
She turns back to hair gel and the questioning starts.
"Are you married?" She asks as she starts absentmindedly peeling lose hairs off my shirt.
"Nope."
"But that's a pretty ring you got on. Did your boyfriend give it to you?'
"I don't have a boyfriend. I got this when I was visiting family in Texas. See, it's not even on the right hand for marriage."
"Do you like to go fishing?"
"No, anything with sharp and slimy objects isn't for me. What agency do you work for?" Before I realized that last part was directed at me, she adds, "I used to have Lasting Hope, but no one helps me anymore..." Her voice trailed off as she stared out the window.
How do I respond to that? I can tell you need it, but unless you have a developmental disability, I can't help you. This is the only field I know, I can name all the agencies like mine in Omaha, but I have no idea what else is out there. As I scrambled to think of something to say, bug glasses walks back inside.
'I like your glasses," my girl tells her. Without so much as a breath, bug glasses walks back out the door.
"I'm ready for you two now, Laura." Nick saves the day. We awkwardly exchange pleasantries with the unmarried, curly haired woman in the cute tennis shoes and walk back to the exam room.
At least I can say I don't have a boring desk job.
"I'm getting my shot today, do you get shots?"
"I used to, but I don't need them anymore." Skinny girl put her phone down and leaned forward in her chair. "I only come in once a month now."
"Oh, I still get shots. I like your shoes. Where'd you get 'em?"
"I've had them for so long I can't remember. Oh, wait, I got them at footlocker."
My client turns to me and asks, "Can we go there when you take me shopping?"
"Yeah, probably," I answer as I glance up at Nick, the PA, again. He holds up five fingers with an apologetic smile in response.
She turns back to hair gel and the questioning starts.
"Are you married?" She asks as she starts absentmindedly peeling lose hairs off my shirt.
"Nope."
"But that's a pretty ring you got on. Did your boyfriend give it to you?'
"I don't have a boyfriend. I got this when I was visiting family in Texas. See, it's not even on the right hand for marriage."
"Do you like to go fishing?"
"No, anything with sharp and slimy objects isn't for me. What agency do you work for?" Before I realized that last part was directed at me, she adds, "I used to have Lasting Hope, but no one helps me anymore..." Her voice trailed off as she stared out the window.
How do I respond to that? I can tell you need it, but unless you have a developmental disability, I can't help you. This is the only field I know, I can name all the agencies like mine in Omaha, but I have no idea what else is out there. As I scrambled to think of something to say, bug glasses walks back inside.
'I like your glasses," my girl tells her. Without so much as a breath, bug glasses walks back out the door.
"I'm ready for you two now, Laura." Nick saves the day. We awkwardly exchange pleasantries with the unmarried, curly haired woman in the cute tennis shoes and walk back to the exam room.
At least I can say I don't have a boring desk job.
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