notes on waiting in the parcel collection queue on a saturday afternoon
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I am standing in a queue at the post office depot on a bright cloudless Saturday afternoon in mid-January. It’s 12.24 I got here at 12.16. The queue stretches out of the door and around the corner. I hate every single person in front of me and pity every person behind me (but a vague abstract pity, a there-but-for-the-grace-of-god-go-I kind of pity), I regret not having brought the book I am reading. I have a new library book in my bag but do not want to start it when I know I have three other books at home half-finished. Every so often someone emerges triumphant with an oversized parcel or one covered in stamps and charges. I am annoyed at having to waste my Saturday this way when I have other things to be doing, but then I suppose so does everyone else. The queue has only grown in length since I’ve stood here. There is one person working in the office and so the queue crawls along. Every time a bus passes by there is a chill because it blocks out the sun.
notes on waiting in the parcel collection queue on a saturday afternoon
notes on waiting in the parcel collection…
notes on waiting in the parcel collection queue on a saturday afternoon
I am standing in a queue at the post office depot on a bright cloudless Saturday afternoon in mid-January. It’s 12.24 I got here at 12.16. The queue stretches out of the door and around the corner. I hate every single person in front of me and pity every person behind me (but a vague abstract pity, a there-but-for-the-grace-of-god-go-I kind of pity), I regret not having brought the book I am reading. I have a new library book in my bag but do not want to start it when I know I have three other books at home half-finished. Every so often someone emerges triumphant with an oversized parcel or one covered in stamps and charges. I am annoyed at having to waste my Saturday this way when I have other things to be doing, but then I suppose so does everyone else. The queue has only grown in length since I’ve stood here. There is one person working in the office and so the queue crawls along. Every time a bus passes by there is a chill because it blocks out the sun.