We located the hospital and found the office we needed. It was a busy place. While Judy talked to someone at a desk about the forms, I sat down to wait. I had a book with me, so I read a little, but I was too nervous to concentrate. So I closed the book and looked around. I noticed that down at the other end of the waiting room there was a guy who was really giving me the eye.
That wouldn't have bothered me if the guy had been someone like Mr. Peepers. However, he looked a lot less like Wally Cox and a lot more like Dog the Bounty Hunter. And he used the same fashion consultant.
I turned to see if there was anybody near me he could be looking at, but there wasn't anybody sitting on either side of me. I opened my book again and hoped I was imagining things.
Surely he couldn't be looking at me. I mean I don't hang out with guys who can change tires with their teeth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guy get up. He started in my direction, but he stopped near a table, picked up a magazine, and sat down. When he opened the magazine, I could see that he was looking at me over the top of it.
Judy was still filling out forms, clearly oblivious to what was going on. It was cool in the room, but I was sweating.
The guy got up again and came over to me. I looked up at him. I don't know how tall Dog the Bounty Hunter is, but this guy was around seven feet. Okay, maybe not, but that's how he looked at that moment.
"Hey," he said. He had a voice like Jesse Ventura's.
"Hi," I said. Or something like that.
"I think I've seen you before," he said.
"Uh," I said.
"Aren't you the guy who jogs past Alvin High School in the afternoons?"
"I see you nearly every day when I come in from work."
He sat down and we talked a while. He was a pretty nice guy. I never asked him what he was there for. I hope it wasn't for anything like Judy needed to have done.