I have read many other blogs out here on the interweb... most seem to have a purpose. I'll save my purpose for another day, a day when I realize what my purpose is.
Today I was taught a lesson in patience at my local Loblaws grocery store express lane. Aster, the cashier, less likely to speed up than George Bush to bring back the troops, showed me the redundancies of express lanes. They aren't "express", they are not a means to get you out of the store faster because you are making fewer purchases than those giant buggy pushing juggernauts known as soccer moms. They are a study of human interaction and breaking points. Aster delightfully chatted with all four people who were ahead of me for a mean time of 5 minutes each. I was trapped in the line as there were metal dividers on both my sides and 5 other people behind me. The banter was completely riveting. Who doesn't wan to hear about the letter that lady sent to a tea company and then got free coupons for said tea (which took another 2 minutes to arrange on the cash register).
I waited my turn and kept saying over and over in my head "what would Oprah do"