Story 2:
At the store, I let this lady with just two items cut in front of me. Thought it’d be quick. Wrong.
She whips out this stack of coupons thicker than a phone book and starts arguing line by line with the cashier. Manager gets called over. Meanwhile, the line behind me grows like a conga line of anger. Everyone glaring at me because I let her in.
Took fifteen minutes. My milk was warm by the time I left.
