When I was talking to Dr C I said, "Oh, look, we're reflected in the lid of the trash bin - it's great. Too bad I don't have a camera," and she whipped around and said, "NO ONE HAS EVER SAID THAT BEFORE* - that's the artist speaking." And she moved it around in case it was the way it was at that moment that was causing the lovely image, but no, it was just like that, and most excellent.

The decor is abhorrent, and I made the birthday man laugh by saying, "This is THE WORST WALLPAPER EVER." It's all 1980s horrid purple-pink and off green, with that awful 80s graphic style wallpaper that even the Web can't come up with because it's so ugly no one uploaded it (I googled '1980s horrid wallpaper' 'ugly pink 1980 graphic' 'wallpaper horrible' etc.).

There were four doctors and about 65 office-workers - well, I saw at least 15. They had 100 signs on the glass saying DO NOT TAP ON THE GLASS with pictures of sharks and goldfish. And multiple signs saying copayments are to be paid prior to service, and if you want a bill it's $15. And ALL THE OXYGEN WAS ON THEIR SIDE, and only leaked out when they opened the window. The receptionist was very nice to me (I hadn't tapped on the glass).

*That reminds me of once while walking the backstreets of Olympia (which we did every day, just about) with my soon-to-be-husband, I said (he was 8 years older than I), "Our mothers were born in the same year, and since a female is born with all her eggs it means we were born from eggs of the same age." He whipped around and said, "No one has ever had that thought before." Ha ha!

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