Watching the clock

We were waiting for Bob at Gatwick last night, his flight was delayed 5 hours, it wasn't worth going back home, so we got comfortable and sat tight. Eric was content on reading his Dostoyevski novel (crime and punishment) but I got bored after about 30 minutes, and found myself watching the digital clock and getting exited when it got to 22.00.

This went on for two hours, and I was anxiously waiting for the ultimate clock reading (00.00).
The ocassion was very emotional, and I couldn't wait for the wonderous finale. A few more seconds and my task would be complete, 23.57, 23.58, 23.59...... Oh shit, you bastard!!!, just as the clock turned 00.00 some toerag walked in front of it and obscurred my view at the precise point. I saw red, jumped up and lunged at him. If it wasn't for Eric I would have knocked him all the way to Tanzania. I calmed down after about 20 seconds, as Eric had the unenviable task of explaining to the poor chap why i had got so annoyed. To my astonishment the individual couldn't understand and said that i was a danger to society and should be locked up, let alone be allowed to wait in airport lounges for delayed flights.

Bob finally arrived. I fell asleep on the way home (good job Eric was driving). I'll be filled in on Bob's trip later I guess.