We waited for the coat check
Since our
winter garb is bulky
And schlepping
it around could make
Us feel a
little sulky.
The Met was
far from crowded
Yet the line
was barely crawling.
We inched along
impatiently;
As members,
it was galling.
At last we
made it to the front;
No claim checks
were presented.
Instead, you
tapped your number
On a keypad;
none dissented.
When we were
set to leave,
After a
lovely afternoon,
We lined up
once again,
Our crawl
repeating much too soon.
But as we zipped
our jackets up,
I noticed
that adjacent
To the line
we left was one where
Not one
person was impatient.
For it was
meant for members,
Which
describes our situation.
Had we known
about it sooner,
We’d have
saved some aggravation.
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