They were waiting in line, waiting for their change, waiting for a change and waiting for a chance to wait to be seated.
“I’m trying to remember not to wait till I’m older or wait till I’m wiser,” he said while they waited for the show to start, a show he hoped wouldn’t be the kind that he couldn’t wait for it to end. “I can’t wait to see her and I’m not just waiting for a good time”.
She waited for him to finish. “But do we have to wait for them? I hate waiting for people and waiting for things. I just can’t wait,” she said.
“I’ll wait over here, you wait over there,” he said.
“I’m not going to just stand here and wait!” she shouted. “You wait and see!”
What was she complaining about, he thought, when she was always waiting for the next one when she wasn’t waiting for The One.
“We’re all waiting. You’re waiting for me while I’m waiting for her. Wait for a little longer please?”
“They’re still waiting to hear from you, you know,” she said. “They told me it’s like waiting for rain, Bob doesn’t want to wait in vain and John’s waiting on the world to change
She stopped and waited for him to answer his cellphone, “You’re waiting for the rain to stop? Yes, yes of course, we’ll wait till you get here.”
“I’m sorry Sir, we can’t wait any longer, the show’s about to begin.” said the usher who’d been waiting to seat them.
“Ah hell,” he said while he waited for his refund, “We’ll just wait for the dvd. Hey where are you going? Wait! Wait!”
