The waiting room at the lab rectangular, with chairs on the two long walls. Everyone was packed together on one side, some folks even standing or making children sit on the floor in front of them. The chairs on the other side were empty. Even though there was more than enough room for people to spread out comfortably, one whole wall of chairs was unused. Above those chairs hung a flat screen television, broadcasting the news. People would rather be packed together, or even forego a seat, then sit where there was no view of the TV.
I took a seat directly under the television, pulled a book out of my riot bag, and began to read. First, I took a scan of the room. There were about 15 people there. No one else had a book. Only a few were actually watching the TV. A guy in a cowboy hat was snoring, and his embarassed wife kept poking him in the arm trying to wake him up. One woman was flipping through an old magazine, looking bored and slightly annoyed, but she’d periodically glance up when the new network’s jingle played. As people came in the first thing they seem to notice was the TV, then the reception desk; after checking in, their eyes went back to the screen with furtive glances toward open seats as they mentally negotiated the chair/TV dilemma. A woman in her 20s, conspicuously pregnant, stood leaning against a wall until someone was called back to have blood drawn, at which point she took a seat. She was in obvious discomfort, yet had made a conscious decision not to take one of the open seats that offered no view.
I read a few pages of my book before I was called back. Although there were now at least four people standing, no one scrambled to occupy the space I’d left vacant.