Which NHS waiting room ordeal tests your patience the most — rank the worst offenders

A stack of dog-eared celebrity gossip mags predicting Brexit outcomes and celebrating royal weddings that have since ended in divorce. Somehow still your best entertainment option.

The elderly gentleman across from you loudly explaining his bowel movements to the receptionist in graphic detail. There is nowhere to look, no escape, no headphones loud enough.

You arrived ten minutes early like a good citizen, only to watch the clock tick past your slot while three people who arrived after you get called in first. The betrayal is real.

One child starts, another joins in, and suddenly it's a full choral performance of misery. The exhausted parent gives you an apologetic look you pretend not to see.

You've been waiting two hours, you're parched, and the machine has eaten your coin while dangling a Twix just out of reach. This is where hope goes to die.