Waiting rooms.
They're for waiting.
And waiting is exactly what I did at a government office today.
I waited and waited.
Government bureaucracy seems to require waiting.
And then a siren blared. Warning of incoming rockets.
Sent from Gaza.
And this has been the daily reality since 6:30 a.m. on October 7.
We're not waiting for the rockets. But in a way, we are.
Because we know they're coming. We just don't know when.
Maybe when we're eating dinner.
Maybe when we're in the shower.
Maybe when we're waiting in the waiting room for the clerk to call our number.
The siren blared.
Tens of people shuffled out of the waiting area to the safe area. Safe from rockets.
And then we shuffled back to the waiting area.
To wait.
For our turn.
And hopefully not another barrage of rockets being sent our way. Being sent our way solely because we live in Israel.