A nurse in Tulsa said my snack bag was the reason I hated waiting rooms, and she was right
I used to sit in the waiting room at the clinic on Peoria for 90 minutes every other Tuesday for my allergy shots, and I would get so bored and cranky. Last month a nurse glanced at the chips and candy bar in my bag and said, plain as anything, "you're not bored, you're just eating out of it." I swapped the snacks for a paperback and a small notebook, and those 90 minutes turned into the calmest part of my week. Now I almost look forward to a canceled appointment because it means an hour of quiet reading. What do you all keep in your bag for forced downtime like that?