Left On The Highway: Too Late, Ex-Lover

I Waited Three Hours in Line for Them; They Couldn't Wait Three Minutes for Me

In a hundred-and-four-degree heat, I stood in line for three hours just because my boyfriend's new coworker Kenzie wanted reservations for the observation deck.

Sweat glued my shirt to my back; my lips cracked from dehydration.

When I finally inched up to the window, I texted the group chat: "Almost done." No one replied. I turned around—the parking lot was empty.

The sun beat straight down as I stared at the blank chat window, waiting.