Resting my posterior in a waiting room seems to be a regular happening as time rolls by. It’s not the worse thing in life, but it’s certainly not the most pleasant either.
Doesn’t seem to matter if it’s having my car serviced, getting my eyes examined, having my teeth checked or visiting my doctor – there’s always a waiting room involved.
I’ve learned to accept it; after all, it’s part of life. In fact, I’ve taken advantage of spending such time by broadening my education.
Having a background in the newspaper business, I must admit that the first thing I do while I sit is observe what’s taking place around me. Basically, I’m wondering what other sitters are doing to while their time away. After all, one can’t just sit there and do nothing, can one?
Usually, each waiting room offers a variety of entertainment. There’s magazines (although some may be ragged and dated), several issues of that day’s newspapers, brochures promoting a wide variety of products one can live without and at least one flat screen television blasting out who knows what.
The truth is, and this is where it gets scary for a newspaper person, rarely is anyone looking at the magazines, newspapers, brochures or even the blaring television. They, the young and not so young, are sitting there in apparent oblivion, looking down at their cell phones.
Not that observing someone peering at a little phone in his or her lap is a problem for me. That is until it chimes and they start talking into it at a very loud volume without moving to a more secluded spot, then it is. Of course, there is also the person who decides he or she must play the noisiest game on their phone – also at a loud volume. Definitely, the cell phone has become a way of life for most people.
As my waiting time in the waiting room finally comes to an end, I slowly rejoin the real world. As I walk away, I can’t help but wonder what people will be doing in waiting rooms 20 years from now.
Yes — without a doubt, there will be waiting rooms.
Ed Rood is former publisher of the Tri-County Times. He and his wife, Sharon, live near Cambridge.