Several of the storylines on "The Pitt" are not-quite-mundane: a patient lying to get access to abortion medication, a young man who may have a "Columbine" vision, a kid who takes Zoloft-laced-with-fentanyl (and later dies). In this context, it's interesting that the scripts keep returning to an apparently trivial issue: a white guy, Doug Driscoll, is upset because he is spending too much time in the waiting room. Though I don't know what it's like to "dance with" fentanyl, I do know how it feels to be aggrieved "in the anteroom." Every time I have a telehealth appointment with my child's neurologist, I struggle with rage--because the minutes tick by and tick by and tick by. It doesn't matter if I schedule the appointment for the very beginning of the work day--there are still mysterious affairs that keep the neurologist from arriving on time. The Doug Driscoll character is compelling because he inspires strong sensations of...