Dancing Queen?

As of right now I am sitting in my sisters eye doctor waiting room. We are 30mins late and it’s because we drove around looking for a parking spot. The building is in the middle of the city so their parking lot consists of 5 spaces. We finnally find one and we get into the office. There are 3 other people in the waiting room with me. A really old guy reading his paper, a kid who can’t remember what kind of contacts he wears an a mentally challenged guy who came to his appointment an hour early. Once everything settled down, off into the distance I hear dancing queen on the office radio. The radio is barely on, the volume is so low I think a dog might have trouble hearing. But for some reason it brings a sense of calmness to all these waiting people. This may not make sence but it really does. Once something disturbs the music the people around me start to fidget. The guy who can’t remember anything starts tapping his foot obsessively and the mentally challenge man starts talking and moving around. Even I start to get antsy. I start looking around at things like a paranoid schitzophrenic. But then the commotion settles again and the kid starts trying to remember why he only has one contact in again and the lady next to me starts reading over my shoulder again. Its kind of like magic. I would love to sit and watch from above people in waiting rooms and how they react to different types of music and the volumes it is played at. I think I would b quite amused. But as for now I shall sit and let Rocket Man serenade me and my fellow waiters who suffer from Autistic Nervosa.

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