I queued for thirty minutes,
but the manikins in the queue
never moved an inch;
so I went away
to queue somewhere else.
There, I queued for twenty-five minutes,
but at least the manikins moved (albeit slowly)
and I queued successfully.
I returned to the first queue,
and retook my place
at the rear of the queue;
and… after some thirty minutes or so,
I reached the front of the queue,
and twenty seconds later I was upon my way home.
A lot of queueing,
not a lot doing,
but things go done:
That was a joyous Monday afternoon,
which, hopefully, I won’t be repeating any time soon.