"Maybe I just got put into the children's examination room because the others are full," I mused. "Sounds like a fairly reasonable explanation."
My examination room was littered with African animals - giraffes, hippos, rhinos, elephants - placed high and low on glass shelves, behind which was a backdrop of the Savannah at sunset. Turning to my right in the examination chair, I nearly knocked over a porcelain lion, captured mid-roar with his gaping maw comically exaggerated.
"Okay, this is starting to get just a little bit weird," I thought, "but maybe he's really into jungles. Or Africa. Yeah, that's it."
My examination room, with dimmed lights, was painted a dark navy and dotted with stars. That blue green marble that is the Planet Earth floated off in the distance. A craggy grey shelf partially filled the space, pockmarked with craters and complete with an American flag jutting out stiffly.
"And now we're on the moon." Around this time was when I finally admitted to myself that I may be seeing a children's eye doctor. Such is the trouble of finding a new doctor in a new city...