In the waiting room
A quick visit to the vet for vaccines turned into the discovery that "somebody" has fleas. Not only that, this same "somebody" has a flea allergy, resulting in a bad rash.
We went home, armed with medications (both oral and topical) to take care of Lola's fleas (NOTE: our vet says the flea situation is particularly bad this year in Bellingham), as well as flea meds for the cats, Mr. Dibbs Doolittle, and Miss Mittens.
While I was paying for all the above, Lola made friends with another very sweet gal in the waiting room.