There were at least two dozen people already seated in the waiting area; there were dozens of chairs out, neatly arranged into patterns and locations that made it seem divided—the elderly had their own section, followed by adults in their forties, the early adults to high twenties, then the teens and children stuck together.
It took a moment for me to remember my own age; I almost reached for the I.D in my wallet just to verify. With a shrug, I sat down in the “designated” section for early adults.
With a sigh, I found a seat, “Adulting sucks.”
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