“This line sure is taking a long time,” said Ben, checking the time on his watch.
“Heh, yeah. We’ll be eighty by the time we get to the front,” replied the stranger ahead in line.
“Do you really think so? That long?”
“Well, no, I was just…”
“Because I personally don’t have forty years to be waiting in line, I’ve still got to get dinner in the oven by five.”
“I didn’t mean…”
“I’m all for having the latest and greatest but this is ridiculous. Forty years?”
“That’s not what I…”
“Let’s consider this, by the time we get to the counter, forty years from now, they’ll be on model number what? Fifty? Model fifty!”
“Wait, I don’t think you’re in the right…”
“I’ll have to call my wife and tell her I’ll be late, hold on a second.”
Ben held the phone to his ear and raised a finger to his lips as the stranger prattled on about something or other. When he hung up he sighed of relief.
“My wife doesn’t think it’ll take that long,” said Ben, “you had me going for a minute there.”
“This is the line for the bathroom!” shouted the stranger. “The line you want is over there.” He pointed to a line twice as long.
“That’ll take me eighty years to get to the front!”