This is a classic one, but it has hit me again. Why why why!!? You are standing in line at the check out counter (I hate waiting in line...that's another pet peeve stay tuned). And this soccer mom is in front of me. Yeah she grabbed her People magazine, has a cart full of hoho's and low fat every cookie imaginable (try jogging honey).
So what happens when its her turn to pay for all her stuff? Yes! She then decides to pull out the check book, after it is buried deep in her purse. She then has to scramble to find a pen...of course she is talking out loud to the cashier, who pretends to actually care. Then she smiles over at me, but I'm about to take the stack of kit kats and start whaling on her head. Finaly after rummaging through all her plethora of useless crap in her purse, countless key chains, millions of reciepts, trailer trash make up, she then gets the damn check book and pen. She starts writing out the check.
Oh come on! It's killing me. Take your time honey, life is very long so what's your hurry?
I then take every ounce of my being to stop my perpetual eye roll. It's not working...it can't stop. I'm now going crazy. Crazy I say. Crazy.
So as she writes the friggin check...she is still talking, talking about the amount of money she just saved with all her coupons. Nice..as if i care. I'm thinking about all the money i'm losing by standing in line wasting time. Time is money, and she is putting me in debt quickly.
Now as Ms. Nascar finally leaves...I ask you; Why do these people not have their checks already written out? Why!! They have no concept of time. They have no concept of productivity. They have no concept of manners or common sense.
To all you soccer moms out there; please write your checks ahead of time, so when the total comes up...you can spend 20 seconds to write the check. The world will be a better place. You'll get out of the store faster so you can get home to watch Springer and eat more fat, so your NASCAR loving husband can ignore you more. But more importanly, those that give a damn about life, can move on.
Time is so precious.
I made up my own little guy for situations like this. He's a green flying fairy named Capricco who rears his head when I'm a tad stressed. He pulls out a paint gun with green paint. He douses everyone. I laugh. No one gets hurt. He relieves my stress. Its all in my imagination. OK, time is up. Gotto go. You're good.
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