The person with the green face was sitting patiently in the doctors office. There was a fan hanging from the ceiling that turned very, very slowly.
It looked like it was going to stop any second but then it just kept going and going.
The man with the green face was feeling nauseas. His stomach really hurt. There was no worse feeling, in his opinion. It was really miserable.
He wasn't sure if maybe it was something he'd eaten.
"Salad?" Called out the receptionist from behind the desk.
"Yes," croaked the nauseas man.
"The doctor will see you now. Just down the hall and second door on the right."
"Thank you." Salad stood and began making his way. Everything was causing him to feel dizzy. The fan, the humid air in the building, and now the view out the window.
He was on the 98th floor and this was just too high for him today. There was a freeway below and all the cars looked like toys.
"Come on in!"
The man opened the door. He was so surprised by what he saw that for a brief moment he forgot all about his stomach pains.
The floor was covered in a thick shag carpet and there was wet mist hanging in the air. Vines coated the wall and he could've sworn there were the eyes of a tiger in the corner.
He thought he was in a rain forest.
"So what seems to be the problem with you today?"
"I'm incredibly nauseas and I'm having the most unbearable stomach pains. I really don't know why I'm feeling so lousy."
"Ok, when did you first notice the discomfort?"
"Maybe last evening? Probably sometime after I left the waffle eating contest."
"Did you compete?"
"Yes, and I won," said Salad as he held up a small golden waffle that was hanging from his neck.
"Have you been under a lot of stress lately? Maybe difficulty sleeping? Trouble with the wife?"
The man shrugged. "Everything's been fine to be honest. I even got a new job!"
"Well this nausea certainly is a mystery isn't it!" Frowned the doctor.
"I'm going to prescribe you some Pepto-Bismol and if that doesn't do the trick then I'd like you to come back in two days." The doctor handed salad a large jar of Pepto-Bismol.
"Thank you, doc."