Friday, July 26, 2013
How To Wait
The Women, One Man
-How long have you been waiting?
-Waiting?
-She's dementia-d since she got here.
I arrived right after. Coming up to a year.
-That's intolerable! I'm from Inspector
General.
-So was the last guy, last year.
-Why is it all women here?
-The men don't hafta wait. New rule.
-Well, we'll see about that!
-We're always seeing about things.
-You're emphatically correct!
-And nothing gets done.
-All we can do is submit our reports.
-They're worse than nothing.
-Patience, Miss_____?
-Mrs. I got married here. It was August and
the A/C quit.
-Can your husband help? Email the officials
in charge?
-Being male he got some heft, but they
took him after the wedding for the war.
-Which war?
-What's the difference?
-Is there anything you personally want me
to put in my report?
-Let people get married here without
snatching away the groom!
-I was going to do that.
-And make for faster funerals. One or two
dies a day. And they take up a place in line.
-I'll make a note.
-And stink! Well the A/C's permanently gone
of course.
-Not worth fixing the old style.
-I'd give up my citizenship now if that humungous
TV up there didn't tell me how wonderful it was.
Labels: citizen, Inspector General, waiting in line.bureaucracy
