Minding My Onions (2)

I was at my hospital the other day. I behaved as I should, civilly but that didn’t stop the man who I am beginning to think is a sadist lab technician from scarring my skin. Well, this is how it began, first of all, no one was at the laboratory and the queue of impatient patients began to grow as they complained bitterly about not being attended to. I was seated in a corner on a hospital bench minding my business, just to look up to see about four angry patients standing up to crowd around the reception desk.