... And here I am... stuck between unloading the cart at one end... and bagging the groceries at the other... unload some more... bag some more... all while getting my wallet out... card out... pin code... pray it works... back the receipt... back in the wallet... back in my pocket... back to bagging groceries...
... I'm breaking code right now... I have been... And everyone in line knows I'm breaking code... the lady swiping my items knows, I'm sure... and the guy walking in, with the double take... The manager with his hands at his sides... But this is not a stage and I am not an actor... I will not pander to them...
... And this is the code...
... Next to my American-sized grocery haul... the lady behind me is holding a head of lettuce and three tomatoes... and behind her dude in a red toque is carrying two cartons of milk... behind that is lady in a snowsuit with a small basket... THE CODE is to let them through... Save them time... All is right in the world... Hooray for real gentlemen... ... ... ... But this also my time... and maybe I'm not a real gentleman... because behind him is a couple of eggs and some cheese... and behind that guy is a package of shaved ham... and behind those two... three wine bottles... everyone is just a few items today... lining all the way back to the frozen food aisle... How can I let just one through?... or two?... It's like waving people on during a slow round of golf... I might as well let everyone pass...
... I decide... And in line I play the role very well... look behind... behind again... stretch over to the side and look at the people behind them... show these old ladies with my eyes that 1) I know I should let them pass... but 2) It's just not going to happen... and so with me against the world I took my stand... And arms full of groceries as I leave out the door... victorious...
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