The following morning at Grams was a typical one. Grams got up early, prepared breakfast for a small army. Liz got out to School without saying a word and David was left behind. Cheeto would stop by later that morning to take David to the doctor that Clyde had recommended the day before. Of course Cheeto knew who the doctor was having done some work for them at the recommendation from Clyde. It was a small free Clinic. Modest, nothing extraordinary, but very busy. It was the only affordable place in the neighborhood and even allowed people to pay in credit.

It was ran by a woman who had grown up in the inner city and put herself through college, then medical school, and eventually became the board director for the New York Presbyterian Hospital, where she served for almost ten years. She grew tired of the bureaucracy and seeing so many people burdened by financial debt of medical care. So came back home to open up a clinic where she could better help the people who really needed it. She was told that it would never work and she would be burdened by debt for giving service on faith. But she always replied, "If this place closes it'll be because the people let it close. If it stays open, it's because the people kept it open." So far the clinic had stayed open for almost twelve years.

The waiting room was lined by four rows of old plastic chairs that linked to one another. They were in rows of seven. There was only one T.V. on the wall sitting on a shelve that was placed there for that specific reason. The T.V. was an older model, with a bulky remote and an antenna, and only got five channels constantly. One in Spanish, two of the big four and two Asian Christian stations.

The outside of the clinic was badly painted with a blue color that had not been properly applied and was starting to peel. The inside was a bright yellow that had visible streaks where the painter had used more paint than other areas. The windows bared the generic name "Clinica Medica" stenciled on the windows with a crude drawing of the cross and the caduceus, the two snakes and wings that symbolize medicine.

Despite it being early morning on a Thursday, the clinic was packed. There were Elderly people, mothers with children, and one or two construction workers or physical laborers who had clearly gone in early in hopes of missing the rush, waited. Everyone had a clip board with what appeared to be ten pages of paper to sort through.

Cheeto and David walked in to the tumultuous, ruckus of children crying and running in the small, confined waiting room.

"Oh chamaco (brats)!" said Cheeto as he almost bumped into the children.

"Come on hommie, we gotta sign in. Si no (If not) you're never gonna be called in," said Cheeto guiding his bewildered friend.

It had been a while since David stepped into a medical facility as this. When he was younger his mother had taken him to a local clinic as this and he was one of the kids crying or running around with Liz. But that had been a long time ago. Now he was used to a more sterilized and organized facility as the VET or the base clinic. He also was used to going to the field medics but that was abroad. Not in downtown, USA.

"Hi, you here to see the doctor?" asked a young lady behind the counter dressed in her purple scrubs.

"Yeah, bringing my homeboy cuz the vet wouldn't take him," said Cheeto laughing.

The woman smiled and David frowned at Cheeto.

"Please sign in and fill out these forms and the doctor will call you in," she said.

"You know how long the wait is?" asked David.

"Let me see. You are right behind three people. It should be about half an hour," she said hopeful.

"Oh not bad," both of the guys said to each other.

An hour later they were still waiting to be called in. Cheeto was wrestles as he sat in the uncomfortable chair and irritated at the kids running in and out of the clinic. David was irritated and bored too. He had read for the third time the free local newspaper with articles about the local winner of a beauty pageant held by Brothers Tires and Tacos Gonzalo, or an interview with a local artist that guest stared in the Thursday prime time sitcom as a sassy hairdresser to the lead female character.

The article discussed the actress' experience in Hollywood as a Latina and showing the growing interest in all things Hispanic and how roles like hers were proof of bright things happening for Latinos and minorities in the industry. The article had been published before the episode aired and the scene of the actress had been cut, since David recalled seeing that episode.

Cheeto got up to talk to the girl at the desk since he had seen the same couple go in and out of the doctor's office. This threw off his count since he figured he and David should be next soon.

"Hola Seno (Hello mam), Cuanto mas (How much longer)? We been here over an hour and nothing. Aqui andan entrando de la calle y uno que se apunta y todo y no lo pelan (There are people coming in from the street, and we signed up and everything and nobody talks to us)," said Cheeto who was not shy to complain and in fact did so at the slightest of reasons. Incidentally, this was one of the reason it was difficult for him to hold a job.

"I'm sorry. The doctor has been busy and there is only on doctor in today. I'll check but you should be called in next," said the attendant checking the sign in sheet.

"It's OK Cheeto. They'll call us when they are ready. No rush," said David calmly as he did not like to make a scene.

"Nah man. If you don't say something they don't even pay attention to you. I'm not afraid of speaking my mind," said Cheeto as he picked up a magazine he had been looking at.

"Y esto changos (And these monkeys)! Que madre los esta cuidando (What mother is looking after them)?" said Cheeto out loud as he looked around for a parent of the children who ran right past him.

"Cheeto don't make a scene. Don't worry about it," said David trying to calm his friend down.

"Nomans, gente inconsiderada (Only inconsiderate people)," continued to say Cheeto.

The mother of the children was in a corner tending to a small baby on a baby carry. She looked up dismissively at Cheeto and went back to her phone.

"Por eso salen tan mal los chamacos (That's why kids grow up spoiled). No los cuidan o les llaman la atencion (No one looks after them or disciplines them)," continued Cheeto as he turned to his magazine.

"Geez Cheeto, please just be quiet OK. We'll be up soon," said David embarrassed.

"Mr. Zamorra," finally called out the doctor as she opened the door.

"Thank God. Yes that's me," said David, relieved.

"Hey wats up doc?" said Cheeto getting up as well.

"Cheeto, hey. It never gets old," said the doctor who always got the same tired joke from Cheeto.

"I brought you a new victim, I mean client," said Cheeto jokingly.

"Oh thank you Cheeto for that nice introduction," said the Doctor.

"Hello David, I'm Dr. Kamila Hudson," said the doctor shanking David's hand.

"Hello Dr. Hudson. I see you also know Cheeto. I should just assume from now on everyone does," said David greeting the doctor.

"Yes, that would be a safe bet. We all have the 'pleasure' of running into him one way or the other," said the Dr. smiling.

"What can I say? I'm a local celebrity," said Cheeto priming his shoulders.

"He's certainly a character," said Dr. Hudson.

"By the way Mr. Celebrity. You still owe us from your last visit. When can we expect payment?" asked the Dr. certain of what the answer would be.

"Oh yeah well, I'm kind of in between jobs at the moment so can you give me some more time? Mi palabra que le pago (I give you my word I'll pay you)!" said Cheeto, crossing his and swearing he would pay.

"Now why am I not surprised," said Dr. Hudson.

"Now don't swear in vain. Se te va a caher el cabello (Your hair will fall off)," said the Dr. in almost perfect Spanish.

"Oh you speak Spanish?" asked David surprised.

"Si sufficiente (Yes, enough)," she replied struggling a little.

"Si, la Doc es chingona (Yes, the Doc is a badass). Pues llo le ensene (Since I taught her)!" said Cheeto proud of himself.

"Yes, well only the bad things," she corrected Cheeto.

"Those are the only things you need to know," said Cheeto. David and Dr. Hudson shook their heads in unison, a familiar reaction to processing Cheetos magnificent reasoning.

"Hey Doc, maybe I can do some more work around the clinic, you know like last time?" offered Cheeto.

"No, no, no. That's ok we'll wait," quickly replied Dr. Hudson politely.

"Cheeto did work for you? Ha! I'd like to see how that turned out," said David.

"Oh you can. Everyone can," said the Doctor. Her reaction was suggestive of the craftsmanship of the work.

"Why do you say that? What did he do?" David asked.

"Psh pues obio (well obvious)! El paint job!" said Cheeto showing off his proud work.

"Ohhh," said David quickly understanding the Doctors reaction.

"So you painted the waiting room," commented David.

"And the outside too! You don't see how the colors make the business pop! Like 'BAM'! I'm here, now what! Get your health on," said Cheeto.

"Mhmmm, yes it does definitely pop's," said the good Doctor.

"OK well, let's got you in now then shall we David?" said Dr. Hudson.

"Yeah cool let's go in," said Cheeto.

"Hmmm sorry Cheeto. This is just David. Unless he want's you to come in with him?" said the Doctor.

"That's OK Cheeto. Why don't you just wait? I got it from here," said David. Not that he didn't trust Cheeto, but a little break from his loyal companion would not have been bad at that time.

"Oh like that? You gonna me wait here with the contagious old people and the snotty kids?" protested Cheeto loud enough that everyone in the waiting room heard and gasped.

"Cheeto!" said Dr. Hudson.

"Uhm, yes. Wait right here, or outside. I'll be done in a bit," said David as he hurried in with the Doctor and closed the door behind them.

"Oh man that's some shit," said Cheeto going back to his seat.

"Homie better not sneeze any of that stuff on me," said Cheeto to an elderly couple who was next to him.

"Oh grossero (rude)!" said the elderly woman, scoffing at the remark.

"And them kids better calm the eff up," said Cheeto.

"You better shut your mouth and sit your butt down," finally said the mother of the children.

"Lady, you better put your demons on check before I call animal control on them," said Cheeto.

"What you say about my kids?" said the woman as she got up.

"Just saying I seen stray better behaved than your kids," Cheeto continued.

"You better shut your mouth before I send you to see the Doctor to remove my chancla (sandal) out of your ass!" said the mother.

"Aye que violencia (Sheesh what violence)! Ok I'm-a sit down. But not cuz you told me. Just cuz I'm a civelized man and a bigger man," said Cheeto mispronouncing the word.

"Ha! Pareces duende (You look like a gnome)!" said the woman.

"Mejor que un ogro (Better than an ogre)," replied Cheeto.

"What you say?" asked the woman aggressively.

"No, nada, nada (nothing, nothing)," said Cheeto opening his magazine.

"That's what I thought," said the woman sitting back down.

"Bruja (Witch)," said Cheeto.

A magazine flew out in Cheeto's direction, hitting him on the back of the head.

"Orales (What the)! Mendiga, vieja, chancluda, ahora si (Bum, old, hag, it's on)!" said Cheeto standing up, rolled up magazine on hand.

"What? What? Come at me boy!" said the woman as people got up to separate them.

"Lla callenlo (Shut him up)!" someone else was heard shouting.

"Dejala en pas (Leave her alone). Es una madrea (She's a mother)!" said someone else.

"Tienes que tener mas respeto a la gente (You need to have more respect for people)," said the older lady sitting next to Cheeto as it appeared the situation had been diffused.

"Si, si, llo tengo la culpa (Right, right, I'm at fault). Gente ingrata (Ungrateful people). Aqui uno trata de alludar a la desencia social (Here one tries to help social decency). Y bola de gueyes que no apprecian (And bunch of asses don't appreciate it)," Cheeto kept on going as people had enough and everyone threw magazines, forcing him to leave.

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