The waiting room where my T is is absolutely tiny. In fact, it's more of a hallway-come-coat-closet affair. At first I used to hate it. So much so I used to actually think it was dark gray with dim lighting instead of soft yellow with a decent window (for its size) and some nice artwork. It is tiny though. If you don't get the seat by the door you wind up stepping over people's legs. Like I say, I used to hate it and kept my eyes on the floor as much as possible. These days though I find myself having random conversations about things I would normally never talk about in real life. Things I would never *get* to talk about in real life, because of that whole therapy stigma.