This is a waiting room in the lower level of Loyola. You probably don't want to ever find yourself here. (Duh) After I finish the tests here, they send me out a different exit and I can't find P anywhere. I have to find my way back down here and he's here reading a couple of newspapers, seated next to an elderly lady and her even more elderly relative. He turns on the charm and I roll my eyes and these ladies are on the floor laughing.
Eventho I have a new brand of personal impatience, it's the least I can do. Entertaining the troops.