An Attempt at Roald Dahl
“We weren’t expecting anyone under your name, are you sure you’re at the right office? There are plenty around here.”
“Yeah, pretty sure, I was just here last week.”
“Hm, check next door just in case because nothing is coming up under your name.”
“Alright” the man said. He walked out closing the door with a pull behind him. Flustered and a bit irritated, he walked to room 102. The door was brown and made to look like a dark wood, the numbers 1 0 2 in white on a black serrated background. Inside it wafted the same filtered air that all doctor’s offices have, tinged with a smell of rubber gloves.
“Back already, eh?” said a greasy haired man behind the counter wearing scrubs.
“Have I been here before?” replied the man.
“Well of course, you were here only a couple hours ago. The Doc said you needn’t come back until you’re ready.”
“Ready for what, exactly?”
“Hahaaa” he bellowed, “Sorry for being confused about your quick return, usually it takes people quite a bit longer than just a couple hours. Clearly you’re the exception.”
The man stood confused; before he could contest the greasy haired nurse yelled, “Hey Doc! He’s already back! Record timing!”