I lost count how many TV-Shows, Movies, Books, Comics, AVN's have depicted them, with extreme detail. So, I just went to the memory bank and got out the file "AAA Meetings". Glad to be enough to look like I've been there.
I can even taste the coffee (watered down and almost cold), the stale cookies, the smell of the dirty restrooms mixed with smoke, not all of it tobacco. The dripping faucet, dripping for so long that it painted the basin with rust. The floor, with ceramic tiles, faded where thousands of feet have passed, with a geometric pattern in black and white, with ONE of them mismatched. The doors, old and heavy, painted in a brown paint completely inappropriate for wood, that is flaking and has the floors littered with paint chips. The walls, covered in wallpaper, only to half the height, with the rest painted in a yellowish paint. The cobwebs on the high corners. The smell of dust, old dust. The windows with 12 panes of small squares of glass. Painted in the same brownish paint, also flaking. Radiators, spread along the walls, showing their age in the rust they tried to hide under white paint, 2 of them are leaking, into small aluminum pots battered and vaguely round, one of them has no handles anymore. The rickety table with the coffee pot and cookies plate. It's old that table, probably older than the building. The crunching sounds of the plastic chairs that threaten to break under you at the lightest movement.
I was never there. But, I can imagine it all. Hear, smell, touch all of it. Oh, have I said before that I'm weird, yeah... I am.
Atchoo (need to change my socks, one of my shoes has a small hole)
