I love waiting
In line
Whilst the one person
Serving
Peers over
Her glasses
I'm not sure
What it is
She's expecting to see
But a long line
Of impatient people
Doesn't make her move
Any quicker
And the person
At the front of the queue
Is clearly
Cut out of the
Same mould
All the time
In the world
No life to lead
Nothing better to do
Than answer
And ask
Inane question
After inane question
There's a flicker of movement
Maybe something
Might happen
Maybe the sale
Or return
Or collection
Has been
Completed
Nope
The machine
Malfunctions
I guess they'll have to start
Again
They smile
Oblivious
And short of
Pulling out
Their knitting
I don't think
They could be more
Annoying
And now she is done
She's still trying
To continue
The conversation
Totally unaware
Of the snaking line
Of people
She totters off
Another couple dither
Forwards
And the internal
Sound system
Tells me
This store
Is a step ahead
I blow out my brains
It's better for everyone
This way
And as I do it
I see
The old dear
Wiping bits of my skull
And last thoughts
From her crappy
Handbag
With a bit of
Tissue
And I wonder
About this modern
World
And its levels
Of stress
And the people
Who are supposed
To make things
Better
And I know
Exactly
What the problem is
These people
Aren't even worth
Haunting