I sit impatiently in the uncomfortable black chair.
A TV drones in the corner,
Band and hisses and pops come from the next room, where men in overalls slaved away on cars.
I was already running late to the joining of two of my friends in holy matrimony,
When my Explorer's ball joint decided to fail.
So now I sit in an uncomfortable black chair,
Drinking liquid dirt masqueraded as coffee,
And eating over-salted popcorn.
Here I sit.
Here I wait.
I wait to see,
If I can watch,
Two of my friends become a family.