Theme week eleven

Waiting in registration line for an hour—sweltering room—monotonous speaker—chairs with bricks for seats—mind numbing topics—sun teasing through the windows—body odors starting to permeate my nostrils—aching back from sitting so long—empty water pitchers, and yes I’m pissed because, “NO I don’t drink coffee!”—freedom in the sun only a door away—lousy food—“Did I really pay $28.00 for this torture?”