This morning before heading to the city, based on a decision to enjoy some Greek yogurt available to purchase at a Rite Aid across the street from the apartment and on the way to the train station, I grab one of my liking and wait in a short line.
Two men are at the register.
It's so annoying when two people go up to a cashier when they're paying separately. Alas, that is happening before me.
The cashier is a tiny old woman. Kind, but extremely slow. Or "thorough." Whichever word suits your character to describe her. She can't find the cigarette pack that the second man wants to pay $12 for. After some direction from the second man, she finds the selection, he pays, and leaves.
Next in line is a middle-aged woman with a cart, in which holds her umbrella, a pack of paper towels- 12 rolls, and two Easter-themed wreaths. These wreaths take about three minutes to transfer over to the old cashier and back to its new owner, and then another four minutes to put each wreath in a plastic bag. By now, there are about five other people behind me. I can hear their mental groans, imagine their rolling of necks, and switching of body weight from one foot to another as they check for time.
I was reminded of the message I heard last night during small group, the two points being "numbers" and "waiting," both of which I am releasing annoyed sighs at this A.M.
But, I just want to let it sink in: it's 8 in the morning and a woman is buying Easter wreaths from Rite Aid.
