On a queue waiting to be attended to and quietly whistling away. This is usually my subtle approach to passing time whenever I happen to be on a queue waiting to be attended to and on this particular day, the approach was not different as I patiently waited for my turn. I really do not pay attention to what is going on with those before me so as not to get a bit frustrated with the rigors of waiting. However, the events that would happen within the next few minutes forced me to change my age long belief and I suddenly found myself listening.
