Office by Alex Penny
Carla, 20, tends to get artgasm every now and then and finds people with extreme knack for the arts and music muy attractive. As of the moment, she is trying her best to ride the bike sans the training wheels.
queued for something for so long?
I have. Many fucking times.
I don’t mind waiting in line, actually. I am usually patient with situations like this; as long as I have either: a.) some friend with me to talk to b.) music or c.) an attractive guy within my field of vision. Wifi and food are, of course, highly appreciated.
Queuing up alone for over an hour is a different story. Queuing up alone for over an hour with your iPod and phone both drained is another different story. And if worse comes to worst, not a single man within the area can even excite you. No ma’am, not even your fingernails are excited.
With such sad situation, all you can do is wait. You brighten up every time the line gets shorter. You make yourself believe that this will end soon. And soon enough, you can already count with your fingers the number of people before you. Oh yes, perfect!
And then, when only a couple of heads before you, you realise…
you were in the wrong queue.
again
you were in the wrong queue.
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Did I say ‘worse comes to worst’ earlier? Please let me say it again.
