Gorgeous Day

So, today is a beautiful day outside. What could possibly make it terrible in any sort of way?

Two words, when combined, make one of the worst, most disgusting phrases since cavemen invented fire:

Long Lines.

(ShuDdER)

Not, just checking out in your normal visit to Target or the convenience store. NO. But everywhere.

To sit down at a restaurant
Waiting 3-4 rotations of red lights just to make it through this one light!
Being on hold!!! Even from a business that has 7 clients TOTAL!

Can we have ways of better fluidity as a society, please!? Is this too much to ask? Oh, boy.

You know what makes these lines worse, though?

What I like to call "rubber-neckers" or "line shufflers"

We all know what rubber-neckers are. The ones who are all over the line looking at magazines or chewing gum, thinking, "I wonder if I'm in the mood for Insane Strawberry, or Wacky Watermelon..." or whatnot, and completely unaware of the line they chose to partake of.

Line shufflers really pluck my nose hair. These are the ones that say, "Oh crap, I forgot mustard, or my kitty litter for Mr. Fluffles!" Then, they feel it's ok to quick run and get it, and to mark their spot, they leave their 7 year old chubby son, who has a name like Melvin or Bobby Jr., who already devoured his king size Butterfinger, even on his left eyebrow! Left eyebrow! How do you get food up there!? OR to EXPECT their spot back in line after returning from their late-minded pickup. I hate you line shufflers. Go away.

Soapbox,
stepping down.