We needed a new tax accountant, and my wife got a recommendation from someone pretty high up in the Tennessee state government. So she called and got us an appointment to meet with her, last night at 6pm. We pulled up at 5:55p and could see some people standing in the lobby as we walked up. They were a bit shady looking. Hmm. We walked in to hear two apparent gang members in the lobby arguing with one other, hyper foul language. I say this, not to disparage anyone... but that's just my take on it. They looked at us with a very mean look, but their argument was rapidly escalating, and they were about to go nose-to-nose. My wife told the receptionist, "We have an appointment with Mrs. Smith." The receptionist tells us, "You got people aheada you. You gone hafta wait." I'm trying to sort all of this out, standing between the fighting men and my wife, when another lady walked out, apparently the accountant. She looked at the two guys arguing and sternly told them to sit down (they did), then took one by the arm and said, "You next." She looked over at me and my wife and said, "Y'all being helped?" I said, "We have a 6 o'clock appointment with Mrs. Smith." She said, "That's me. But you got two people in front of you." The receptionist said, "That's what I told'em." Then the receptionist looked at me and said, "You can either wait, or you can leave. But that's gone be a decision that you hafta make. That's on you." All of this happened within the first 30 seconds of us walking in the front door of the office, and I'm wildly confused. I said, "Ok. Thank you," and took my wife by the shoulder and turned to walk out. Mrs. Smith saw us turn around and said, "Imma be about 35 - 45 minutes then I call y'all. We got y'all phone number?" I said politely, "It's ok. Don't worry about it." She said, "Y'all gone come back?" I said, "We're kind of under a time crunch. Thank you." And we walked out. I kept thinking that someone was going to walk out and tell us that we were on a hidden camera TV show. Other than that, it was like being in the middle of a Pulp Fiction scene. Like, there was danger and humor going on at the same time. So now my wife and I have a new catch-phrase. This morning she asked if I wanted to meet her for dinner tonight. I said, "That's gone be a decision that you hafta make. That's on you."