Miniscule complaints for when there's nothing to look forward to

One of my own, private horrors of the three hour front desk slot is that of the girlie bladders I have the very girliest kind, and just as I see the opportunity to busy out the phone and make a run for the ladies' room, some know it all chatterbox has to come up to ask a question with such a long prelude that it actually begets tangents. It makes a perfect storm since this personality is not very observant or empathetic.