He sat and thumbed through the pile of magazines on the table. Gossip and gardening from five years ago. The surprise was how well-leafed through they seemed. Well, he wasn't that desperate, so he took up staring out the window instead.
It was the end of the day and there was nobody else waiting. It was five minutes until his appointment and the receptionist had left too. He had the run of the place and could do whatever he wanted.
He hoped the doctor called him soon as he felt his stomach tell him it was time for a poo. He wasn't sure how long he could wait.
He spied a bowl of pot pourri on a window sill and a lightbulb went off above his head.
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