odd, perhaps not wholly illogical

I went to get a mammogram last week.

It was relatively uneventful yet it took an inordinate amount of time to get out of there.

The truly exceptional part, however, was that there was an acoustic guitar serenata going on when I got there.

The gentleman played instrumental versions of well known songs. The two that come to mind at this moment are What a Wonderful World and Eric Clapton's ode to his dead son.

This last one seemed like a not so great pick, if the point is to calm women about to go in for breast exams.

Perhaps, then, it was a good thing that he was on break when the woman who couldn't stop weeping came into the waiting area.

I didn't find the live musical entertainment calming or helpful - particularly as those of us in the waiting room had to crane to hear our names being called.