He had been told to wait out in the lobby, but he could find only a narrow hallway with two identical chairs placed opposite each other.  He sat in one and studied its twin.  What more could he say than that it was a plain hardwood chair with a cushion nailed to its seat?  The cushion he sat on had no cushion to it and two of the nails holding it in place pinched his thigh, but he understood.  In this poor country, it was the cushions that made this hallway a lobby.