I had a docs appointment at 5.30. I arrived around 5.25 to an almost deserted waiting room - only 3 people. As I wander in, a dishevelled looking lass piped up "Ere mate, are you a bodybuilder?" "no" I politely reply. I find a gap and park up. The waiting room is empty so it's not difficult too find a space away from her. She moves and sits next to me, the aroma of cheap booze and stale fags wafting over the gap. She prods my arm. "Are you sure you ain't a bodybuilder mate" "Not in 20years" Over the years I've learned never to visit any medical facility without packing a loaded book. I pull Autumn: The Human Condition from my pocket. "I work out mate" she says, pulling her arm into a bicep curl. "Whaddya fink?" The track marks stand out proudly against the bruises. "Thats good" I reply "How big do you fink?" "erm...10inches?" I guessed - deliberately overestimating "I WISH! 8 1/2 inches mate!" 9inches is 21cm. My wrist is 19cm. I opened the book. "Whas' at?" I avoided the obvious answer (a book - duh!) "It's called The Human Condition" "Wha's it 'bout?" Time to think quickly, don't mention zombies - her brain will explode. "Death!" I answer, hoping that, like death itself, would be the end. "Thats a bit heavy mate." Then she started talking about how sunny it was It strikes me that I'm being chatted up/flirted with. I'm sniffing, dripping snot and farting yet I'm still a tasty option to this...'lady'. I was speechless. If I'd been wandering down the street and approached by someone in her condition, I'dve politely have told them where to go. If that didn't work, a swift "FUCK OFF!" normally works. Hell, if I'd been drunk I would probably chatted away merrily. But I was in a doctors waiting room. She was clearly in need of medical help and in a bit of a shit-state. AND I work in HB/CTAX benefits - she's probably one of my punters. And I'm not a complete barsteward (contrary to popular belief). So, WWYD?