I have a love/hate relationship with grocery store lines. For years I could hardly contain my anxiety at having to actually wait to purchase things. The nerve. I then came upon a revelation: I have a gift, a special gift that is a sixth sense of knowing which grocery store line will have any--or a combination--of the following:
- Some customer who's check is not honored.
- Some customer who cannot find their credit card, discount card, or any other card they need to complete their purchase.
- Some customer who operates on another time dimension. (Open to interpretation.)
- Some customer who swears some item was at a lower price, so some clerk has to go find the "marked down item," while everyone else in line waits.
- Some customer who needs an item switched out, checked, or exchanged.
So I've learned to embrace my gift, strike up conversations, hum to the overhead canned music--which of course is interrupted several times with a clean-up announcement for isle 12. The one thing that keeps me from going off is the simple fact that if I was to try and do all the baking, planting, harvesting, milking, producing and packaging of everything I plan to purchase--it would take me weeks to months to get it all done. So a few more minutes in line doesn't seem like a big deal. Probably the best attitude I found was in very casually dressed man who I offered to go in front of me because he only had a few items. "That's ok son, I'm retired: I have all day." Nice.
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