The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

massive elaborate practical joke on me. Good job I came otherwise they would
have looked quite the fools.
We got inside and followed the signs through the vacant hallways to a cluster of
doors and plastic chairs. We sat around a corner, hidden from everyone else
who wasn’t there. There were little name plates next to the doors so you knew
which office contained your doctor. It was so quite I almost felt bad breaking
the peacefulness of it all.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” I wasn’t.
“Tak.” Yes.
She just stared at the floor as if she was waiting for someone to punish her.
A young guy came and opened the office we were sat next to, switched on a
light, located the desk, plonked down the files he was carrying and left.
“He was pretty.” I said nudging her. “You wouldn’t mind him having a look
down there would you?”
“I didn’t notice.”
“Bullshit.” I replied even though it could have been true.
“Shut up.” She started tapping her feet impatiently.
“Maybe he likes pregnant chicks. Swollen ankles and...”