Lunch- A slice of Life

I swing open the glass door, allowing the cold air escape for just a minute.
The familiar vegetable and fresh baked bread aroma smacks me in my face.
There's a long line.
I look at my watch.
I consider getting out of line to use the restroom.
As I am about to move my foot, the warm air rushes inside.
"If I leave now, I won't ever get to order," I thought.
Finally I order, pay, and swing open the glass door once again.
The cold air escapes as the warm air rushes in, for just a minute.