Next in Line
Stan shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the line inched toward the doors and musical bliss.
His wife nudged him. “Do you seriously intend to keep waiting? It’s been hours.”
Stan shrugged. “The best things in life are worth waiting for. Like you.”
She smiled at him, but rolled her eyes when he looked away. Why did I do it? I could be in the Bahamas sipping a martini by now.
Shaking her head, she pulled her coat tighter. Why do I always have to wait? You’d think after four husbands dying, I’d be a pro.