I hadn’t been in about five years. Kind of embarrassing, but also a strange badge of honor. I just don’t like the place. I don’t like going, so I avoid it. The only reason I was there is because my wife made me go.
When I walked in, I was met with a certain smell. Reminded me of the one I went to when I was a kid. And those weren’t good memories. It’s a smell like no other.
There were a few nice people working there and a few worried looking people in the lobby. The reading material wasn’t all that interesting. Nothing applied to my life.
After about ten minutes, they said, “Oh man, I can tell you haven’t been in a while. You’re probably going to need a few more visits.”
Just before I left, they told me to do some things that I really had no intention of doing. I nodded along.
Was it the dentist? Or church?
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