You know it's time to close up shop for the day... when.... the 300+ lb stinky woman comes in and sits at your desk. Wearing a bathrobe. And telling you (once again) about her hoo-hoo sore & the bandage that is/isn't on there. AND about the nurses faces when she goes in for treatments of it.
Now that I've made you as mentally scarred as I am... I'm closing up shop for the weekend.