Thank you Siskel and Ebert.

I think a doctor's waiting room is about the worse place on earth. Today I brought my friend in for a doctor visit. As we entered the office, I was prepared. I had my book and even remembered my glasses. I was going to make the best of it. I chose a seat by an end table. This was picked on purpose because there would only be one open chair on my side and I was less likely to become sandwiched by strangers.  In the corner of the room was a television. I love t.v., but this one did not have on CNN, Oprah or even a Brady Bunch rerun. Unfortunately it was blaring Jerry Springer. I HATE this show. I've only seen it a couple of times, but it always seems to have the same people on it-a women wants to tell her boyfriend that her baby isn't his, it's his brother's gay lover's.
I had no choice but to ignore the noise and opened my book. My friend was called in immediately, this never happens to me, but I was glad for him.
As I began reading, I suddenly hear from across the room "Well no wonder, wouldn't you if your name was Peaches?" At first I thought, maybe he was just on his phone having a conversation about his dog. I slowly looked up to see that he was looking at me. He was trying to converse with me about the women on Jerry. "Oh, for sure" was all I could get out. I had to think quick, I absolutely did not want to continue this discussion about Peaches and her dilemma, so I politely looked back down at my book.
Suddenly I hear, louder than his first invitation, "Oh no she didn't". Again, I looked up, only this time I did not reply, I just gently flashed my fake half smile and went back to my book. I think he was beginning to get the hint when another patient finally entered. She took a seat two away from him. She was immediately enthralled with the mess on t.v. and began giving her commentary. Mind you, neither of these two were discussion it, they were just heckling.
I was just about to blurt out comments about my book to demonstrate what it was like to have someone try to engage you in something you clearly had no interest in, when they finally called the first guy in. Great, maybe now I can read without the critics review of Springer. Suddenly, I hear a loud, weird, violin meets Ozzie Osborne sound. It was her cell notifying her of a text. The reason I know this is because out came "now, what does he want?" Then, "I don't think so!" Followed by " oh, he is so annoying".  She was clearly waiting for me to ask for more information. I wouldn't even look up this time. She texts something back, and you can just imagine how long this went on. I wanted to explain to her that the reason people text is so they don't have to talk, but I chose to re-read the same page I've read ever since I sat down instead. 
She was finally called in and I had the entire waiting room to myself. I could read my book in peace. Instead, I got up, crossed the room so I could have a better view of the t.v., sat down and finished watching Springer. Worse than that, when the next person came in I found myself filling him in.
I was beyond mortified when I realized that maybe Springer isn't that bad. When I got home, I had to get that train wreck of a t.v. show out of my head, so I immediately put on CNN and watched it for the rest of the day.