“Had I known you were an ultra-Orthodox male, I’m not sure I would have booked the appointment”
This woman in my waiting room looked far too professional to be anything else.
She was talking loudly on the kind of smartphone that would be encrypted due to whatever governmental role she held and showed the kind of disregard for others that sometimes goes together with Very Important Person.
Something told me this wouldn’t be the most pleasant of appointments, but I straightened myself up as doctorly as I could and introduced myself, telling her to come on in.
“When I’m done with my phone call,” she replied testily without even looking up.
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