It smelled like decaying rat. (I would know. I had smelled decaying rat years ago when I had found one in an old roller-blade boot my grandparents gave me out of their garage.) It being either the mother or the patient- no one cared. Burning nose, tickling throat, watering eyes, customer service. Serious multi-tasking there.
And the whole while you're thinking, "Just give them the prescription and get them out of here! What's so wrong with telling someone that cleanliness is next to Godliness. Like- if they had toilet paper stuck to their shoe would you say anything? We probably don't because we think, 'oh, it'll fall off sooner or later and besides, it's not harming anyone.'"
What about smells people?!! There is water and soap in abundance in America! It's a free country. The government doesn't limit the number of baths you can take in a week's time, or a month's time, or even a lifetime.
"Hmm...Oranges!" I exclaimed upon returning.
The nurses had just a moment earlier cleansed their planet of the aliens and sterilized the air with Citri-stat.
I've grown to really like the smell of oranges. Still, I tend to test the air cautiously at first, just to make sure it is safe to breathe again.
The nurse-practitioner walked by. "That room still stinks!" She gasped through distorted lips.
"I think it was the girl's feet!" The nurse commented with amazement.
I continued my journey down the halls of the office and tried not to contemplate my traumatizing experience. To think that I should ever offer embarrassment to anyone caught sniffing their underarms. ------------------- At least they care.