Source:
Adults
Author:
Lorna Snowden
Title:
Queueing
I'm standing here patiently queuing, lots of goodies I'm placidly viewing. I've just popped in to get a pie, but so many people, my oh my. We're queueing neatly round the shop for bacon sarnies, cans of pop, vanilla slices, a quarter of ham, bread, cakes and doughnuts with jam I see there are three ladies serving but the queue's not moving, it's quite unnerving. A man at the front has got a list just to make certain nothing's missed. In front of me there must be ten, housewives, children, building men. All have been here quite a while but still we stand and look and smile. Oh no, now someone's dropped their money. All the children think it's funny, coppers, silver and sterling pound rolling everywhere, all around. Two people leave, we move along. Glance at my watch, time's getting on. The man with the list, he's still there of the queue behind, he's unaware The door it opens and gives a ping, "Excuse me, I just want one thing I haven't time to stand and queue, would you mind if I went in front of you?" Man with list turns to speak, this lady really has some cheek! He sees us all still waiting there, nothing to do but stand and stare. The lady pushes to the front. Man with list says "May I be blunt? I really think it's time to learn to stand in line and take your turn." We all give a silent cheer. The lady looks, she's cross it's clear. She leaves the shop, all in a huff clearly queuing isn't good enough!!
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