You just languish in your antiseptic smells inside the blue house and wish the process would proceed . It doesn't and you are stuck. Your friends, however, are happy as larks and ready to stand in line again. They're there waiting for you when you throw open the door in your panic. Trudge over and get it going, baby.
Life is tough all over.
You suck it up and go. Be great and have some retribution, at least for the first mile. Don't pull over. That is a must. Just do the 'ye olde cheeke squeaze' thing.