The Setup Part 4

Things are starting to breakdown

They’ve started arguing

Turning against one another

The food still isn’t ready

And the bathroom is still occupied

Empty bellies and full bladders tend to make one less partial

And the kids are here now

The shouts and cries of toddlers are the soundtrack of my discontent

I’ve managed as best I can

But I fear my fight may be at its end

I’m losing strength

And my will to socialize is waning

I can only feign interest for so long

It may be time for the final resort

*phone rings*

“I’m on the way”

Roger that

 Hotel. Uniform. Romeo. Romeo. Yankee.

Now, we wait.

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