You enter a large lobby. The walls are lined with chairs, and there are 3 long rows of chairs back to back in the middle of the room. All of the chairs are occupied by very irate-looking people; several of these people are mothers with crying babies. One excessively fat man belches, scratching the gut hanging over his belt. The air conditioner appears to be broken. You take your place at the end of the line of standing people who are waiting to get a seat in the lobby. It's going to be awhile.
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