My T does Skype with one client that I know about. She was ... ummmm... before me? There I am, my ordinary 10 min early, sitting outside his office. Usually his white-noise machine is turned on, but it was off that day for whatever reason. I try to not listen in when he is in session and usually wear headphones so I don't hear others talking to him. But I had lost my buds and had not had the chance to buy a new pair.

There I was as far away from his door as I could get and trying to immerse myself in my ipad game but could not mask the muffled woman's laughter radiating from behind my T's closed door and his "Please Do Not Disturb" doorknob sign.

Of course it had been a rather rough day/week/month/year/life and it was all I could do to fight back the tears on the way over there. And that laughter was getting on my last nerve. Five min after my start time, I heard my T's doorknob turn. Turning away from the door I grabbed my purse, stuffed my iPad back inside, and attempted to make myself invisible to this bubble-o-delight certain to emerge complete with fairy wings and ruby slippers.

"Come on back" the comfortingly familiar voice of my T beckon to me. How could I not look up into those eyes? The only eyes on earth I could look into and not feel pure terror inside when I did. She would see me... that... that Lady of Delight... the one I knew my T would much rather talk to than sad-old-me. But I couldn't not look up, so I did.
There was no one there. T must have seen my slightly bewildered look and let me know he did Skype session for a client.