Standing in line frustration rises like steam

Standing in line, frustration rises like steam,

the scanner beeps soft, breaking the dream.

A barcode slick, clings tight to its prize,

a dance with technology, but it won't harmonize.

Lights flash in defiance, a stubborn machine,

while I wrestle with patience, caught in between.

The world moves around me, but I’m trapped in this glitch,

each failed attempt makes my temper just twitch.

Oh, the irony bites, as I hold my last hope,

a life’s little lesson, about learning to cope.

With each little beep, I feel time slip away,

yet here I stand still, in a checkout ballet.