|Photo Description: Child's wheelchair, metal frame is bright yellow.|
I was caught in the same line-up.
The wait seemed interminable.
The clerk, slow and bored.
Two spaces ahead of me were a young mother with her boy.
He sat in a jolly, really jolly, bright yellow wheelchair.
He was bored.
I was bored.
We were all bored.
"What's wrong, Mommy," he asked.
"I'm just tired," she said.
After a pause he said, "I wish you had a chair to sit in like me."
The woman between mom and child and me, said, "He doesn't understand what he's saying."