Life's Little Queues

Everything in your life is rushed.
You speed past a shop on the way to where ever you are going,
You look take a sidewards glance-
So quick as though you don't let your mind notice
Other wise you would tell yourself off for being distracted-
And you see it.

You halt in your tracks.

The group of teenagers behind you,
Who are so imersed in their conversations
Of things you can only care about when you are young,
Bump straight into you.

A couple of rash words are exchanged,
It all being a misunderstanding,
And you are back, transfixed on the glass panel.

This...thing you're friends have been yacking about.
It's right there.

You turn on your heels
Veeeeeery slowly.
It's just a...thing
The only thought that hasn't crossed your mind
Is 'why the heck am i putting my already-behind-schedule life on hold
For a...thing?!'

But still.

You stroll into the shop.
Glancing around you check if anyone is looking at you.
You give yourself the all clear.

Hastily grabbing the closest one you can reach,
You step into the queue.

The quiet humm of the shop somehow dims down.
The clock ahead of you seems to tick louder and louder.
Normally, you wouldn't care but there are several reasons why you do.

One, you have a booming headache
Seeing as you haven't stopped since you last went to bed
Which seems like a century ago.

Two, you want to have this...thing
And you simply don't want to wait.

Your breathe hightens.

Your pulse rate quickens.

You look at the clock once more.

You feel like it's taunting you.
Getting louder,
It's tick somehow seems to point out the fact you are waiting
To get this...thing.

The clock is not only getting louder,
But slower as well.

You wish you could just walk away.

Every glance you take at the queue ahead of you,
It seems to get longer and longer.

It's all getting too much.

The clock is getting slower.
The tick is getting louder.
The queue is getting longer.

Slower,
Louder,
Longer.

SLOWER,
LOUDER,
LONGER.

You can't take it any more.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Storming out of the shop,
You throw this...thing to the floor.

The path of destruction you leave behind causes the shop to freeze.

Stamping back to where you were going gives you the chance to think.

'Isn't it annoying when you have to participate in
Life's Little Queues?'