This thing’s filled with uncertainty,
Stretching far into the distance,
Steadily stealing my time from me,
Success requires patience and persistence.
I have a goal, that I aim to complete,
Although I do wonder, what am I doing!?
It’s rewarding, but generally bitter sweet,
A typical experience in the art of queueing.
Most British people have an inherent fascination or obsession with queueing, but I’m certain that it’s more of a global phenomenon, especially in large cities, and if it’s for the latest “in thing”.
I’ve queued for a few hours for things before, but you hear of people camping out for days for concert tickets, high profile games or mobile phones, etc. Some people are even prepared to pay huge sums of money to others, just to hold their place in the queue for them.
I’m intrigued, what’s the longest you’ve ever queued for something? What were you queueing for? …and did your efforts work out for you?
Love and Respect always,
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