Waiting

In the room where I am waiting for the mirror on my car to be replaced there are 2 Indian-looking men reading magazines, an anxious middle-aged woman pacing and looking out the window as if she expects her car to appear any minute and a business woman working her deals at the desk next to me. The dealership has graciously provided internet, TV, phones and donuts. There is a really bad daytime show on and everyone's too polite to change the channel.