Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Heart is racing.
Vein in forehead twitching.
Prepping for the big game? Nervous about an interview?
No, fucker, I'm buying tampons at Duane Reade.
So what's the big deal, right? You go in, you find your item, you stand in line, pay the cashier and you're done. No my friend. There's something I like to call the "are you in line?" shuffle.
You know what I'm talking about: there are helpless idiots, drooling on the linoleum, trying to figure out where the checkout line is and why no one is moving. "Are you in line?" "Yep" "Well, which one?" "There's only one line." "But the sign says 'form one line at each register'." ::blank stare::
So, I'm posing the question: Which is better: One long line down the cereal aisle or multiple lines are each register?