Monday Blues

So Registration began on Monday Morning. I wake up early but end up leaving home at like ten a.m. Before I leave, mum makes it a point to give me yet another mini-lecture. 'Don't be lazy, join drug dealers or 'campus divas'. You could get killed you know', she says. That done, I make my way to the uni and the line is crazy. I decide to go to the bank first then worry about the line later. I take a matatu to town and head to the bank. It's two in the afternoon. Nothing to worry about. I'll make it on time..................... Warning: Please forgive me because I'm about to rant. An hour later, I'm still in the same position in-line. Getting impatient. Good thing I have a novel in my bag. I start reading but only get to page three. The damn line is not moving at all. I'm wondering why do banks have like eight counters and only two tellers? At the rate these guys are going I'm considering looking for another bank but it's too late. Feeling more positive, I get back to my reading. Yet another hour goes by and I'm not even near the front of the queue. That's two precious hours of my life I'll never get back. I wish I could pay someone to line up for me. Now I'm getting mad. I'll definitely write some nasty comment in their suggestion box. When I finally get to the front of the line, the teller tries to make small talk. Not today dude. The only line worse than this would be the KPLC line. Who makes people wait for three hours to make a deposit? Apparently this bank. Finally done. I walk out and it just had to start raining. Anyway, to cut this long story short, I didn't make it in time.