Almost worth the wait.

Just one of the more notable things Shelley and I have seen while sitting in the waiting room of Planned Parenthood before my stupid all things cervical appointments (Shelley gets equal credit for this one, for being there and appreciating the hilarity of the situation):
A woman talks loudly on her earphone cell. She’s telling her friend about adoption and paternity tests while pacing around.
First she says something like, “Yeah, I mean, when we applied for adoption we’d been married for something like two years, according to the state.”
Then she says, “you can tell them you want to name your kid Bill Fucking Clinton if you want to.”
Next, she’s explaining to her friend how she’s at Planned Parenthood for an STD test: “they make you fill out this questionnaire so I lied and said I’d been with a bunch of guys and never use condoms.”
And then, here’s the kicker, “I don’t know, I’m in this waiting room right now, this place is kind of weird.”