We’re in the doctor’s waiting room. There are three others ahead of us. The missus is leafing through a magazine, I’m twiddling my thumbs, and my daughter’s sitting on a chair with a bored expression on her face.
“When do we go in?” she pipes.
“Not for a while. There are others ahead of us”, explains the missus, without looking up from her magazine.
A frown envelops my daughter’s face. Tears swell up in her eyes…
“I can’t be first at anything! I don’t stand first in school, and now I can’t be first at the doctor’s clinic. Why?!”
Needless to say, we were allowed in - first!
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