...when you're in a doctor's waiting room for a while.
I always bring a book, because, you know, it's going to be a long wait.
Although my book was highly entertaining and actually making me chuckle out loud, I did manage to look up at the other poor souls who were also
Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
Sitting 5 chairs away from me, without the benefit of a buffer person, was a guy. He seemed ok. Until I made the mistake of looking at him a bit more carefully.
He was holding a jar, you know those medical sample jars... the ones with orange tops? So far, no biggie. It's just that, he had apparently already collected his sample. AND I COULD SEE IT! *gag*
A mere 6 feet away from me was a man sitting quietly holding a jar of urine and having a conversation with the woman sitting next to him while she popped some orange Tic Tacs.
Now folks, I've taken samples in (when you've been pregnant at least once, this is a given...) but at least I had the decency to put it in a bag. Crap (Oh GOD could you imagine if a stool sample had been required! GAK!), even winos have enough common sense to keep their bottles in bags.
I started to wonder if he gathered his sample at home and brought it in. And if so, did he put it in the cup holder in his car? Yeah, think of that next time you put your piping hot java goodness in the cup holder in someone else's car... or a rental.
Was his aim good? Or is he like some of the boys (say Jack) in Vodka Mom's kindergarten class...
My mind was reeling... And nothing good would come from all these questions.
I saw a strange man's pee and it wasn't even in the snow.
I regretted looking up.