And Another

For today's workshop, I turned in something I'm kind of proud of. I've been stuck on this scene for a few weeks now. I knew I had to do a waiting room scene that would convey some level of agony and uncomfortableness, but I could not figure out how to turn my idea into words on paper. So when I finally came up with that first line, I knew how it would have to go.
This room must have been designed with discomfort in mind. The walls are an unappealing shade of white. The harsh lights bounce off of the unappealing white walls and stab the eyes. The chairs are hard molded plastic. Molded to fit only one body type that mankind seems incapable of producing. Every single chair is bolted to the ugly linoleum and welded to its neighbors. Too far for comfort and too close for comfort. In short, an environment in which conditions are just right to induce a grown man or woman to squirm. But squirming becomes a Sisyphean ordeal. When you’ve wriggled to the edge of the chair you inevitably slide back to right where you started. Vicious cycle.