Mister Entitlement leans back in his chair, sliding his butt down to the edge of the seat and extending his feet out at 45-degrees and splaying his elbows out to the sides as he flips the imaginary pages on his e-reader, trying to take up as much of the physician’s office waiting room as possible by himself.
“if you call for an appointment, they have a legal obligation to see you,” he grumbles to his significant other (or babysitter – couldn’t really tell which she was).
He has an appointment, so he is entitled to occupy as much territory in the office as he feels is rightfully owed him!
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