Alex wanted to say something. The blond at the desk clearly had other priorities, and he certainly didn't care who he was inconveniencing...

But he didn't, of course. He was weird like that. 

Sighing, Alex excused himself from the line and headed towards the direction of the many leather-upholstered chairs in the lobby. Plopping down on the nearest one, he began searching his bag for the book he brought with him.

Book in hand, Alex briefly glanced over his shoulder at the line (and noting that it hadn't budged an inch) before sinking further into the squeaky seat, adjusting the volume on his iPod as well. He wasn't in a rush. He would wait this one out.