I'm on the fiction board of Philadelphia Stories, a quarterly, and every once in a while a story comes in that I just really like. No offense to any of the other writers out there -- I like the other material too, and I'll mention those in the future.
"Waiting Room Fairies" is one of those stories where there isn't a lot of explicit plot, or even character development, but the descriptions and details give you everything you need to finish the story in your mind. The restraint is powerful and almost musical in the way it describes a moment and projects a fuller story past the end of the page. You can read in the Summer 2014 issue of Philadelphia Stories or on their website.
When I was a boy my father introduced me to Chaplin, and Benny, and Hope. I discovered Jonathan Winters and Red Skelton and Louis Nye and Paul Lynde and Robin Williams and The National Lampoon and SCTV on my own; and when I say "on my own" I mean television and radio, much of it late night, some of it afternoon talk shows, some of it those chance encounters that, as a kid, you think are a secret message only you are receiving. Then you discover that "rare" album you've been playing to death has sold 200 million copies worldwide or something.
Just as my dad introduced me to some funny people, we'll tell others they should check out Robin Williams. There's no doubt they'll like him; his range was so wide there's something for everybody.