Queuing

What a strange word queuing is with four consecutive vowels. This is the sort of fact one ponders while waiting in a slow err.. queue. You know the sort I mean, the sort you join at the supermarket without first judging how efficient the cashier is and in how much of a hurry the customers are in front of you.

You can be sure that the cashier’s mind will still be on the events of the previous evening. Worse still, the lonely elderly lady at the head of the line is packing her goods with no sense of urgency. When faced with the bill she is sure she had some vouchers in her bag that she could redeem but despite a thorough  rummage is unable to find them. For the coup de grace she has not quite enough cash with her so has to go without the bar of chocolate she had been looking forward to eating during Coronation Street.

At times like this patience is definitely a virtue and the wait should be looked upon as an opportunity to do something useful like clear old receipts from your wallet, study the leaflet about supermarket pet insurance, even though you don’t have a pet, or even try and think of any other words that contain four consecutive vowels.

I am in a bit of a slow queue myself at the moment, the sort you reluctantly join to shuffle off the mortal coil. Tomorrow, when I get my scan results, I might discover just how close to the checkout I am but hopefully my readings will have remained the same and are plateauing.

That’s another word with four consecutive vowels. See, I haven’t been wasting my time.