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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.