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as you approach the building, you decide you’ll skip to the front of the queue
the queue spills out of the door and onto the road

you take a look around the area before entering the building
you note a family at their front door
“has everyone forgotten everything they need to bring?”
“for the 5th time Dad, yes!!”
“language, Ethan!”

the queue is no longer orderly
the queue has many ‘backs’ now
the family join one of the backs of the queue

you enter the building

the front room is full of people
and you can just about make out the windy queue
winding along and across the room
towards another doorway

thick rope barriers guide these people
without the rope barriers they would be a crowd
however with
the rope barriers they are a queue
children stand and meander at the stainless steel posts that hold the ropes up

it’s hot inside and these people look sad.
for they are thick in number
and dis-orderly in queue

you squeeze past a few families and an elderly couple, and carefully step over a rope barrier

children ask why you’re allowed to skip the queue
none of the parents give the same answer
none of the parents give the correct answer

you gingerly step over another rope barrier

a young woman addresses you
“what makes you think you can just cut the queue like that?!”
murmurs of agreement surround you
you are surrounded
“well?”

you almost trip
over yet another rope barrier

the queue murmurs no more
at least not to you
murmuring to one another
they murmur on

this time you decide to detach the rope from its stainless steel post

the posts’ children watch you as you fiddle with the hook
watching you, smiling knowing smiles
seeing you fiddle, they know

you damn your oafish fingers
and the post, and it’s children
and you damn your ugly hands
and your face

you have arrived

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