I write this as I lie
Waiting for the cable guy
“He’ll be there ‘tween 12 and 4.”
Yet no footsteps have neared my door
I’ve bided my time with many a glare
And countless games of Solitaire
I got a call at 4:05
He’s running late, they apologized
His arrival should be within the half hour
The rep’s seeming sincerity made my mood a bit less sour
The phone rings again; he’s here at last!
While writing this post, the minutes have passed
So here’s a suggestion: to pass the time
Let out your frustration in a rhyme!