They bribe me with free coffee,
and fresh donuts.
They check it,
and vacuum it.
But all their kindness does not negate
the hard, uncomfortable chairs that were not made for human hineys,
the tv that blares too loudly from a station most Americans don’t watch,
and the mechanical smell of new rubber, grease, and oil that sticks in your nose.
Yet the most grievous complaint…
they keep me captive until they are finished.