The Waiting Room

My Notes

Okay, so I decided to do a little experiment in regards to my humour in writing. This could go either way...nevertheless enjoy and please let me know what you guys and girls think!
;)
Well, here goes nothing!

The grey double doors opened and closed, they have done for a while now and in my observations I deduct things about people's life, who they are and why they have come. I saw a man dressed in a suit, a businessman by the way of his walking if not his suited appearance. I saw a man and a women holding hands, a ring on his finger, they were obviously engaged. I saw a man who never spoke but only glared at all, even me, at some point more than once. I saw a pregnant women holding their mother's hand, their assumed husband steadying his supposed wife's back as they entered. The doors opened and they closed again like they had done many a time before . A man stood, middle aged by the look of the wrinkles upon his face but soft wrinkles for he was still young, of the age of 39 maybe but nevertheless still ageing. This man wore a simple brown jacket, grey top, navy blue jeans and white sneakers, like any other but there was something about this man. The way that he stood at the double doors, holding a bottle of water in his hands; water that seemed to have a yellow tint it. I wasn't the only one who noticed this man as he stood gazing around the room, watching all of us, every single one of us and then his eyes came onto a boy that stood staring at him.
"Before you ask..." He told the boy "...this here is apple juice." And with that the man took a sip of his 'water' and walked away. Not a moment earlier the awestruck boy took hold of his mum's arm and shook it in a excitably.
"Mumma! Mumma! That guy just drank his own pee!" The boy told his mum but the mum said nothing, I mean what could she say; after all she was reading a newspaper the whole time!

Thus ends this tale.