play a song

The wait was as long as the line. I stood there with my piano purse hanging from the crook of my arm.
A small boy standing behind me decided that he would make the most fun out of his line-waiting experience. He started pushing on the "keys" of my purse and played me a little song. "Dooooo-dee-doo-dah". I just grinned as his dad whispered "stop it!"
It's little things like this that tend to poke me a reminder about my perspective. Waiting in line really isn't terrible. Especially if I make the most out of it. The longer the wait, the greater the song I could compose in the meantime.