The girls from Eyes come from the other side

At the hospital this afternoon for a routine eye scan, without even the slightest anxiety that it might turn up something unpleasant, since I'd been thoroughly probed and prodded for the eye operation a mere ten days ago.

The waiting area is between Eyes and Orthodontics, and serves both departments; and for some reason neither of them want patients to check in at Reception first. So there's a room full of people waiting to be called, and slightly nervous that since they haven't told anyone they are here, they will be overlooked, forgotten, declared missing...

Every now and then a nurse emerges from one of the doors and asks "Is anyone here waiting for Mr So-and-so's clinic?" Naturally, noone knows whose clinic they are waiting for. So people wave their appointment letters at her, and she explains that, having emerged from these doors over here on the right, she's from Orthodonics, and they will be called from the passage on the left: "The girls from Eyes come from the other side."

As surrealist poetry, this can't be faulted; as a way to engage with the public it could probably be improved.