JPG

I go to this Chiropractic office in American Fork as of late.

The place itself is . . . quaint.

The linoleum looks like it came from the 1960's, the main colors of the rooms are brown and gold, and the doctor himself is wonderfully old fashioned. He's a funny older man who actually has worked wonders with my back so far. Thanks JPG.

Anyhow, the point.

So I was in the office today, and while I'm waiting for the cashier to ring me up, I look over, and there is a girl about seven years old, completely spread eagle in a skirt, sitting on a chair, gawking at the television, picking her nose. Not just picking her nose, but I think she might have reached the outskirts of her brain.

It completed the atmosphere of the room:)

Don't get me wrong, I love Mr. JPG. He's a great guy . . . set in a strange little place.