A smaller room than I’m used to. Three men inside. One man, about 55, sits on the floor, instead of the seats, with his feet on the ground and knees by his face. He is extremely sweaty.
Everyone ignores me and I ignore everyone.
There is no conversation other than an acceptable, brief, goodbye chat where I learn the man on the floor goes to the gym at 5am most days. Leaves to do some things, then returns. This is his routine. Maybe he is retired or someone who works on the computer and can make his own hours.
Another man, in his 50s, enters and places two paper towels down on the seat next to me before sitting down. He is acceptably far away from me, but still a bit too close.
Time: 11 minutes.
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