The medicinal devices sold for inhalation of the medicine were decorated with evil laughing clowns wearing jester hats and Oakland Raiders memorabilia. For straight bustin' ya wig up, yo.
Last time before that I ever went into a clinic, it was years earlier for physical therapy after a hospital stay and the place smelled like disinfecting alcohol and had 10 month old 'Highlights' and 'People' magazines in the lobby.
Boy, clinics sure have changed!
And it’s much cheaper than a trip to Jamaica.