In the busy dermatologist's waiting room, the man with slick black hair and dark small eyeglasses talked on his tiny cell phone to some client or partner or assistant about ordering too much of something or not enough of everything, writing large sweeping letters on a long yellow ruled legal pad on his lap. I looked up at the paper sign near his head that asked us as waiting room people not to talk on cell phones, and then I sneered at him, but he didn't see me sneering, or he pretended not to see in a very clever way.