Standing in queues. One of my pet hates. I discovered the worlds longest one on my way to the Chinese Embassy. Stretching several blocks down, this line would make Elton, Paul and even Barbra blush.
An empathetic smile smeared across my face as I breezed past those poor queue-people. Roles suddenly reversed as I did the walk of shame to the end of the queue.
The rain didn't help. Neither did the fact that in 3 hours I moved, oh, about 5 feet. One and a half hours on top of that I finally left looking like a drowned sewer rat. Perfect preparation for the PR photo shoot I was most definitely going to be late for. When the photographer said that my personality wasn't coming through in the shots and that I looked like I wanted to go home, he was most definitely right.
Should have listened to my fortune cookie the night before.
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