Queues of our lives Are not moving, We are standing in them, We are groaning and we are foaming. We are getting mad, We are getting dead, We are suddenly getting happy, We are waiting to meet a yeti, Or to write some spectacular book, And be off the hook.
There were people around and there was a lot of laughing. That's all I remember, and it stuck with me for years thereafter. It helps me now, though, somehow.