Squinty eyes stare at me accusingly.
Flaring nostrils convey my presence is unpalatable.
Never mind that I have as much right to be here as she.
I am an unwelcome invader.
Like a misers purse
Open only when necessary
She forces lips apart to dispense a few sour words.
“You’ll have to wait” she spits venomously.
“Ok” I say through gritted teeth.
I sit here.
She sits there … glowering,
Allowing herself the luxury of an occasional grimace
Smug in the knowledge that she is the gatekeeper
The Troll at the foot of the bridge that will not let me pass.
I watch her going about her business
Content with her self-appointed status
A Queen Bee in a tiny hive,
A large piranha in a small pond.
Already I hate her.
My anger bubbles to the surface like hot oil
I want to knock that superior smirk off her face
And tell her she’s a nobody
A jumped up little moustachioed person
That no one likes.
We exchange looks.
She sits upright puffing out her weedy chest.
I envisage us in one on one combat
Winner takes all.
I’m at least six inches taller than her
I’d win easily.
She opens her mouth to speak.
Like a coiled viper
I am ready to dispense my poison.
“The doctor will see you now.”
“Thanks” I say
Forcing a smile.