It was track pants day at the Psychiatrist’s office. I didn’t get the memo, despite having called ahead to confirm the session. Luckily for me, the psychiatrist himself wasn’t aware of the occasion either, and neither was his receptionist – we all turned up wearing slacks.
But the patients sure got into the spirit. I sat there and silently noted as every patient, their minders and family members filed in wearing track pants. One lady was more enthusiastic about the event than most, and wore at least two pairs – you could see the first pair/s scrunched up underneath the outer pair. It must have been a struggle to get them all on, and I had to admire her dedication. The outer pair was bright red and clashed spectacularly with her big green coat and purple ugg boots. What an excellent effort.
But the patients sure got into the spirit. I sat there and silently noted as every patient, their minders and family members filed in wearing track pants. One lady was more enthusiastic about the event than most, and wore at least two pairs – you could see the first pair/s scrunched up underneath the outer pair. It must have been a struggle to get them all on, and I had to admire her dedication. The outer pair was bright red and clashed spectacularly with her big green coat and purple ugg boots. What an excellent effort.
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