I try to do my bit around the house,
"bit" being a well-chosen descriptor. Nonetheless, in that spirit, I help
out with the grocery shopping. You get to know your store's layout, bring
a list, and things go smoothly...until, whilst innocently waiting in the
checkout line, some benighted shopper in line ahead of you still living in the last century drags
out her checkbook.
I realize some of my faithful
readers will cry "you said HER!" but I must patiently point out that
in some 30 years of observing this behavior, the one constant is that it is
invariably a woman. With the speed of
today's checkouts, the ceremony of looking through a purse, dragging out a
checkbook, fumbling for a pen, writing the damned thing - all AFTER checkout is
complete rather than simultaneously - wears pretty thin.
There
should be special lanes for check writers. Then they can waste each
others' time at will.
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