Thinking and writing.

I really don’t have any idea what I’m about to say.
A woman walked through the door and sat down two seats from me. A child is coughing on the other side of the room. His mother just got up to get a piece of candy for him to suck on. An older child is playing with a wind-up car. Nine people are reading magazines. One person is doing paperwork. One person is going to the bathroom. One person is staring aimlessly. One person is pretending to be doing something important. This is thrilling stuff, I know.