Methinks the waiting game just
might be one of the most difficult.
Our friend is now two hours late here
at the airport . . . her phone's off and
my computer doesn't work out here.
I would confess to being quite antsy.
At first you just think the plane's late.
Then you start thinking up excuses
to keep checking the phone to see if
it's been turned on. Next, ideas as to
why she's late.
Can't help but wonder . . .
Then I spy a stewardess. She is kind
enough to look up the flight and tells
me it's two hours late. That's now
and I find I'm much relieved.
Now comes the waiting game again.
This time it's for passengers to be
brought in and luggage to be picked
up. Alas, her phone is still not on
and she has no idea where we're
waiting for her.
That kid in me, the one that went to
high school with her, wants to shout,
"Hurry up! Can't wait to see you!"
Please, oh please, turn on your phone.
Yayyyyy! Finally got her on the phone.
There may be hope yet.
Hey, isn't that her now . . .
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