A queue in the hall

I watch the clock on the wall as I sit on a seat along a queue in the hall.. waiting, anticipating until it is my turn, watching the seconds of the minutes as I yearn.. minutes seem like hours as I hear the tick.. tick, tock of that clock that is getting on my wick

“Mr Finley” I hear the receptionist yell.. no this is not me tho I am as sick as hell.. there is silence in the room, only the sound of the clock.. this dog-gone queue is a laughing stock..yet another thirty minutes or more goes by as the silence is shattered with a toddler’s cry.. two hours and thirty minutes now.. how much longer.. “Holy cow!”

“Mrs Tait” but I am far away in another world and on a different day.. “Mrs Jill Tait” I get a poke, “Oh my God” I say “Thanks” to the observant bloke.. “Hello Jill I am sorry for your delay”, Doctor Miller looks at me in a caring way.. “Yes thank you Doctor my wait time did fly by” does he know that I am telling a lie.. “I made this appointment a week ago, that’s when I had a pain in my neck you know, but to tell you the truth it has gone away.. I shall bid you farewell until another day”