Dang. I started this paragraph three times. Every time it sounded like some kind of newspaper article.
I am NOT the news.
Let's just get that out of the way.
I'm feeling kind of feisty today. Full of energy, and not wanting to spend it in frivolous ways.
We had rain. The first rain in MONTHS and the air is so clear and crisp, it makes me want to do crazy things.
I have just decided I am NOT doing a weblog review today. I'm on strike for the day.
I'm going to do other things. Like work on a gourd. I'm tired of talking about it. I'm going to DO it.
I don't think it's me. I refuse to take responsibility for it. I'm not that slow.
But yesterday I came to the end of my patience with it. What is it?
I was in line at Costco. We had picked out a modest little pile of things that we needed and I was paying for them. Now I have to get out my Costco card, which I had ready. Then the guy scans the stuff and tells me the total. I even gave him CASH this time instead of a check. So out comes my wallet. He gave me change, and my card back and my receipt. So there I am with my hands full of stuff. I need to put my card back in the little zippered container I have in my purse, I need to put my money back in my wallet, I need to keep the receipt out to show the inspectors at the door who make sure you aren't absconding with a widescreen TV while no one is paying attention.
But NOOOOOOOO...... I can't do any of that.... the person behind me is already crowding me out of the line. We don't even have 15 seconds for me to put my stuff away? So I'm walking along trying to cram all this shopping detritis back into place, and finally I stopped and perched my purse on top of a garbage container and finished my transaction there.
What I want to know is: WHAT IS THE ALMIGHTY RUSH ABOUT? Can't I just get my stuff put away before I leave the counter?
This happens to me at the grocery store too, and it's getting on my nerves.
I suppose what we are going to end up with is a chip under our skin and we just scan it and move along. That's creepy. Move along, move along. It reminded me of Obi Wan Kenobi...
"You don't NEED to see his identification. These aren't the droids you're looking for...
Move along."
At Wal-Mart now-a-days you can bypass the checker altogether and do it yourself. But people are standing behind you there too. Waiting impatiently. Shopping is stressful enough, without people pushing you through the lines like cattle being prodded from behind.
Grrrrrrrr. Back off Bozos!!!