You’re out shopping and she needs to visit the toilet

Waiting for your other half, as she visits the loo It’s usually the shopping mall, where she joins in the queue, You stand with the guys, in equal appreciation Of the predicament we find ourselves, in this situation. Nobody makes eye contact but if we do it’s just a nod, How long do we need to wait? We each pray to god. Please let our partner be the first to fully reappear Then we can get out of this place and silently disappear. The waiting is tense, the brow begins to sweat How long can this be, as we’ve lots of stuff to get? Then a woman appears but alas it’s none of ours, At this rate we could be here, for many, many hours. A look at your watch, then a look at your shoes Another woman appears but the question is, whose? With a sigh and a smile, one of us is relieved, A gesture to the other guys, confirms his reprieve. Another look at the watch and a look up to the sky A blow of the cheeks, then a very heavy sigh. She finally appears, it’s a face we recognise A nod to the other guys, a relief we can’t disguise.