Estimated wait time is unknown.
*scratches behind ear*
Well that's weird. MOUSES!
Estimated wait time is twenty-one minutes.
NOW we're talkin'.
Estimated wait time is fifty-six minutes.
Estimated wait time is fifty-seven minutes.
WHAT THE MOUSES?
Estimated wait time is one hundred and seven minutes.
WE'RE GOIN' IN ENTIRELY THE WRONG DIRECTION, PEOPLE! ENTIRELY THE WRONG DIRECTION!!!
Whew! Down to forty-somethin' minutes. That's better.
You know, when you're in an on-line queue, you expect for there to be no shovin' or pushin' or line-jumpin', or any other stuff like that. YOU EXPECT to move forward in an orderly fashion, and...
Gosh darn it, these peeps are lucky I'm tryin' to register on-line, 'CAUSE LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHIN', if this were happenin' to me in purrson, I'D BE SCRATCHIN' SOMEBODY'S EYES OUT, FOR SURE.
On the other paw, you scratch someone's eyes out while waitin', I bet they send you straight to the back of the line.
Oh my mouses. Oh my mouses! OH MY MOUSIE MOUSIN' MOUSES!
Estimated wait time is three minutes.
I'm almost there, my friends. I'M ALMOST THERE! I'm so close I can taste it. My tail is just a quiverin'.
Oohhh... Oohhh... OOHHH...
The screen is changin'. The screen is... Now give me a mo to read what they're sayin' now. Hang tight, they say. I'm almost there.
Never, EVER, have I been so happy in all my nine lives.
I'M NOT ALLOWED TO REGISTER ON ACCOUNT OF MY BEIN' A CAT?
That's specism, that is.
*furiously pens letter to the Government of Nova Scotia explaining they need to include a disclaimer on all websites explaining registrations are not open to cats, BEFORE said cats start waitin' in line*
Remember to mask up, too.