The Rubber Neck

Long line... Why so long! Waiting. Waiting. Who's holding me up? What's there to see? What on earth could it possibly be? Every day. Work is done. And Waiting. Waiting. Inching. Crawling. What could they possibly have to see? Serious accident? It better be! I hate to wait. Inching. Waiting. Waiting. Crawling. Just a tiny … Continue reading The Rubber Neck