The Receptionist

"NEXT!" the receptionist barked.
The woman edged sheepishly towards the desk.
"WHAT IS IT?"
"I...err..."
"SPIT IT OUT, I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!"
"Well...the thing is..."
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. NEXT!"
The woman stood and looked like she was about to cry.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY! NEXT!"
It was as if time stood still for the man who was next in the queue. He was unsure of what to do.
"COME ON, I SAID 'NEXT'. STEP FORWARD."
"No," said the man.
"WHAT?"
"This lady is next." He pointed at the woman who was now sobbing.
"SHE HAD HER CHANCE. YOU'RE NEXT. YOU'VE GOT 5 SECONDS AND THEN YOU WILL LOSE YOUR PLACE."
The man turned and walked out, as did everyone else in the waiting room, including the sobbing woman.
A door behind the desk opened and a doctor poked his head through the gap.
"Is my next patient here yet, Janice?"
"No, doctor. She hasn't turned up. She didn't phone to cancel either."
"Some people have no manners," he said and closed the door quietly.