There she was, going into the surgery waiting room, and some chap was already collecting his meds.
So she walked forward and stood, patiently waiting, when suddenly, another collectee loomed into sight and - goodness me, he edged past her and was about to take her place in the queue!!!
"Oh I say, you're already queuing?" he nonchantly enquired. "so sorry!"
"Yes, I am; and waiting to get my meds. "And waiting, and minding my p's and q's and ......"
"Well, I'll just stand here behind you then, shall I? "It's so easy these days for folk to queue-jump, don't you think?"
"Well, actually yes. And some people just do, and don't blush to be seen doing it!" She smiled. He looked a nice chap, and the collectee seemed to be getting very involved with his collection.
So they chatted and were cracking jokes and making pleasantries when - blow me down - a new
collectee of meds, stepped forward, and past them, siting himself right behind the chap at the counter, ready to take his place the moment he left, which he did the very next moment!!!
"Well!" she and he both said in chorus, laughing fit to bust.
"If that doesn't take the biscuit, then I'm a cream cracker, and no joke!" said he of the more elderly
persuasion.
"What a joke!" "And on us, and no doubt rightly earned," "Taking our eyes off the pan, just at the critmical moment, and losing our footing just when we thought we'd got the situation under contro!"
"It's a good thing we've got time to chat and idle away our day?"
"But... must hurry home and get on with the cooking before She, who must be obeyed, comes home rom the hairdresser's expecting to find lunch ready and waiting!"
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