I sat in the car
Waiting for an hour
Waiting for the message to tell me my reservation was ready
And hour passed and I got the message
But no sign of reservation
As it simply said
"There's been a delay"
A delay?
What could possibly halt the process of allowing me to have a table?
I bit my tongue to hide my anger and responded
"How long might this delay be?"
They said they'd check
And be back in a few
More than a few later they returned
With the statement
"45 minutes"
I bite my tongue harder to halt myself from screaming
"Thank you for telling me"
I've sat in this lot for one hour
And now it's another 45 minutes.
I continued receiving messages
Delaying my seat
And I finally got a message
That gave me a chance to leave my car
"Sorry, we're closing up now"
So I left my car
Walked down the street
And screamed loud enough to wake people up in the next town over
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My Book of Poorly Written Poems
Poetryit's a book of poems I wrote to calm down and stop being stressed. I hope whoever reads it can relate to anything I write. Some of these are comedic, depressing, or just random, so I'll put indicators in the title of each one using emojis (I know th...
