Thanks, guys.
I do get extreme torpidity and disinclination to get out of bed.
Overspill of an irreverent mind
Always NO ANSWER:
Incommunicado Girl,
Wilful enigma.
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First Attempt At A Love Poem
I would list 100 impossible things
Attempt several of the least dangerous
And maybe even succeed in a few
All and anything
To win one kiss from you
oasis
I have been so long in the desert
that I am afraid of palm trees
on the horizon.
"Another mirage," I think -
not worth the effort,
not worth the agonies of false hope,
not worth the long trudge across the dunes.
The dream of sweet water
retreats inexorably,
forever on the edge of the world.
And I cannot walk that far, that long
through this crushing heat,
this blinding emptiness.
And so I ignore the glimpse of Eden,
turn shyly aside
and carry on my way.
No regrets, no furtive glances;
I tunnel my vision
and focus my thoughts only
on the next step
and the next.
Always one more shambling footstep
in the yielding sands.
And yet the palm-fronds tease me,
nagging at the corner of my eye.
And sometimes they seem closer,
close enough to reach.
Perhaps if I approach obliquely, slyly,
the space between will close unnoticed,
and their shade
will take me by surprise.
I have been so long in the desert
that I have forgotten its lessons.
Thirst becomes imperative:
the need
to refresh, revive, restore
defeats all caution.
I rush upon the mocking palms,
the glittering pool;
I fall to my knees
and gulp
a mouthful
of hot sand.
1) Fix the queue-jumper with an icy stare to let them know they have transgressed, and shame them into retreating to the back of the line. (This usually works well for me - but I make the most of the fact that I am 6'3", 200 lbs, and can look like quite a psycho motherf***er when I really put my mind to it.)
2) Tell the offender, in the local language, to "get in line". (This is one of the very few phrases in the local tongue that really is worth getting down pat. Some people like to show off by elaborating the instruction with moral lessons or insults, but that's counter-productive. A brusque command on its own works almost every time. Over-elaborations can result in, at best, conversations, at worst, stand-up fights.)
3) Use a combination of body-language, internationally understood gestures, and wordless vocal noises to communicate your displeasure. (Even better than 1) or 2), because the 'icy stare' is so easily ignored, and any attempt to use the local language may get you embroiled in an unwanted longer exchange.)
4) Elbow the c**t in the throat. (Simple, but effective. And for me, since I have a height advantage of nearly a foot over most of the locals, it's remarkably easy for me to make it look relatively accidental. Can of course be combined with any of the above, if success is in doubt.)
5) Obstinately stand your ground, and thrust your money through the ticket window simultaneously, hoping that the attendant will take your side and serve you first. (This is what the locals themselves almost invariably do when confronted with this situation. The weakness of this tactic is obvious.)
6) Allow the queue-jumper to put his/her money through the window first, but then snatch the ticket and politely thank him/her for buying it for you. (I have only done this once, but it was immensely satisfying.)
Ah, the simple pleasures of our lives in this exotic land!
One day things will change.