Bring your own frying pan

My mom recently had an appointment with a doctor whose office is in an old, converted house. Original wood floors (I'm guessing), two fireplaces in the waiting room, and other neat things.


I'm guessing that carpet's original, too. Because yikes.


And in case you had any doubt that this place was once a house, there's this little beauty. In the middle of the waiting room. Displaying vitamins they have for sale. Yeah.


I spent most of the time trying to figure out why on earth they hadn't gotten rid of this thing. Because don't tell me you can't afford a crappy coffee table from WalMart.