He stood in line, tapping his feet impatiently with frustration on his face. He was annoyed at something. Anyone could tell from his body language. Grumbling has he kept saying, “this was the last time,” has his foot tapping increased, his arms crossed against his chest, breathing heavy. He was waiting for his turn in the customer service line on a cruise ship. He said out loud, “Why is it taking so long?” Brown eyes glaring while pointing a finger at the ship's customer service employee, who was busy helping another passenger. Throwing his hands up in the air, he shouted, “This is ridiculous. I paid all this money for this trip. I can’t get faster service than this!” The people in line with him said nothing; they just shook their heads at him.

Has he waited his turn in line, a woman came rushing over to him. She wore a blue dress with white lace on the hem and sleeves. Brown hair falling to her shoulders, gray-green eyes showing worry on her face. She touched his arm, “Bill, will you hurry up, we have dinner reservations in five minutes. We're going to lose them if you don’t come on,” she nervously said, still gripping his arm. Gritting his teeth, staring at the customer service person still helping the same woman for the last 15 minutes. He told her, not looking in her direction, “ I know, but the restaurant will just have to wait. I need to speak to the customer service person about a few things that can’t wait.” Throwing his hands up in the air again, annoyance on his face. Now directing his anger at his wife. He gently pushed her away, telling her, “Go get seated in the restaurant. I’ll be there in a minute,” he stated, wanting to deal with customer service instead of his wife right now. “Why are you taking so long? How many problems does this woman have? He yelled, directing his attention back to the ship's customer service person and the woman he was helping. As he ignored his wife standing next to him. You could hear light laughter mixed with people saying “he’s right” from behind him.

“ They won't seat me without you,” she griped. Pushing her further away from him, “Just go and tell the restaurant we’ll be late. Can you do that for me, please!” He asked, voice raised higher in irritation, his face red. In a huff, she walked away from him. Before she could get out of his ear range. She swiftly turned her body to face him, pointed her finger in his direction. Annoyance on her face, “You need to learn how to talk to me”. She stated before storming off in the direction of the restaurant. Not bothering to pay any attention to what his wife said. He went back to mumbling to himself; never again has he waited in line for his turn at customer service.

                                                                                    The End