Waiting . . .

In Disney World, you don't always have to wait at the end of a very long line. You can speed things up by getting a kind of pass that lets you go straight to the front, several times.

What if a pass like that existed in other contexts? Suppose you didn't want to wait a long time for an appointment at the nail salon . . . or you had more than 10 items in your shopping cart but didn't want to wait at the end of a line meant for people with full wagons . . . or you were in love with someone but had to wait to get married . . .

Fairy godmother, oh fairy godmother! We're in a hurry here -- time is rushing by -- our hearts our bare and naked and yet the feeling surging through somehow is not perceived. Valentine's Day has come and gone. Other happy couples go home and make cheese fondues. They whisper loving thoughts to each other under the pretty blanket. They plan how they will raise their children. And yet there remains one man and one woman who need some kind of magic before they can enter such a life.

Waiting -- arrgh! I'd like a pass, please, and it's not for the line at Disney World.