A while back I had to take  Smudge to her dentist. Now her dentist is for a variety of reasons located up by her folks in the Gold Country region of Central California, so it was not a short trip for her or me who had to drive her there because her van was out of commission at the time. Now when ever I think I'm going to have cool my heels for awhile I'll usually bring my sketchbook with me to pass the time.

As I was sitting there in the lobby of the dentist office deciding whether I wanted to keep reading the old issue of National Geographic or not this older guy, older meaning more than forty, walked in and just sat down next to me without checking in with the receptionist. He just picked up the local newspaper and started reading it. After a couple minutes I just had to ask him this question. Turned out he was someone else ride to. I did this sketch in the lobby after getting bored with the magazine.