Dear T,

last week the cleaning people had locked all the doors to yr waiting room but one, and I had two choices: to sit outside on the steps in 97 degree heat for 20 minutes, or to wait in yr waiting area, with your other client so loud that I could clearly hear her. After 20 minutes of coughing, rattling papers, humming, talking to myself, anything to block her flow of words, you finally brought me into yr office and I was so rattled I was shaking, and I opened up on you, because I DON'T WANT TO KNOW HER PROBLEMS and the white noise machine you promised to get two months ago still isn't there. One more time I offered to buy you one, and you said no.... I'm sure I am not your quietest client myself, and I can't stand the thought of being overheard. It was the worst start of a session that I could imagine.

When I left, i had to go out that one door and walk all the way around that big building to my car - hot as blazes out, a long, long walk; and when i drove by your door, your car was already gone. I felt like you had escaped, had fled from me the minute I was out of your sight. are you sure you want to see me again?? whatever for??