Check-out lines can eat your soul...

Ah yes, we have all been there and still return. We have no choice. We stand, we lean, we dread them. Check out lines are a part of daily life that are welcomed like the plague.

If it's not bad enough that we must endure the time spent waiting in line that could be used doing something useful, this "daily living activity" can at times attack our very soul. They put us is a position to let our thoughts wander and our minds become bent on the wishful destruction of others.
So what is it that can take a person from being an all around great guy like Dave to becoming a Jeffery Dommer wanna be?

Well... some things like this;

There you stand, with your cart of groceries. You have just spent the last 45 minutes fighting your way through the isles to try to find what you want and some of the things you actually got were merely concessions because the store didn't have what you really wanted. You are now running short on time and realize that you should have gone to the bathroom before you left. Thus, you try to find the shortest line and see that the shortest line is actually the one with carts that are filled to the brim. You then back up and try to find what may be the "fastest moving" line.

After finding your "spot" you eventually make your way near the register. The lady in front of you only has a few items and you are planning your escape after check out to the bathroom. But No !...now the end is suddenly not so near as your back teeth begin to float and your frozen items become room temperature.

It seems as if the kindly looking woman in front of you has to pull out a credit card. Naturally this card does not go through. She then tells the cashier that she doesn't understand why and then tries again...nope, still didn't go through. She pulls out another card and the same thing happens. At this point you just want to say; "Hey lady! you are over drawn, get it! over draaaawwwn... now move it before I pee all over your leg". So now she pulls out a CHECK !! . Holy Crap! here we go....

Does she have a valid ID ? ... no. Is the check local?... no. OK, now she defaults to her last resort and digs into the bottomless pit of her purse to dig for cash. Naturally, she is short on the change. So you, being generous offer her the 7 cents that she needs. She replies; "No, that's ok, I have it in here somewhere".

Now, while all of this is taking place, this is actually what is happening:

Your heart rate has increased and if we are only allotted so many beats in a lifetime, your life has just gotten shorter. Your blood pressure has increased and will eventually stress your heart, thus causing congestive heart failure. By the time you leave the store, you are now one day closer to death because you had to eat.

So is it any wonder why the darkest thoughts in your mind somehow take over your soul in a check out line ?