Patience or `I wish I could kill the parking guy'

The man at the counter was someone new,
And he was huge, in a sense, its true …
Was he going to vaccilate, like the old dumb clerk?
Or would he prove to be one who does fast work!?

Well , I had to get past him, so I drove up;
With 2 cars ahead of me, it wasn’t really a hold up.
As expected, they were visitors, with tickets to pay,
Who look for the tickets only when they reached the bay.

Our fat man at the counter, he took his time,
With messages in between to his pals by mime.
They had their own queue of cars, dutifully waiting,
Some thinking ruefully, “I should really be honking”

At last the queue was cleared by fatty,
And I got near the bar, all hot and sweaty.
That was when I made a surprise finding,
That my card, to open the gate, it was missing.

Behind me, were drivers under their breath cursing,
As only a minute ago I had been doing.
And the fat man ? He was just smiling.
As if saying, “Be cool brother, its just the timing”