I do not like to wait.
Tired and impatient, I shuffle from foot to foot, craning my neck to see what the holdup could possibly be. I’m in line at Target at 9 pm on a Sunday. This is apparently not Target’s Happy Hour. I neglected to get a cart, and (as always happens in Target) have about five more items than I planned or needed. I shift them in my arms, hoping to maintain the pile’s balance. Thankfully, a cashier appears and opens another register. The family ahead of me defects to her lane; I follow.
And that’s when I notice them, and finally pay attention to the very specific items in their overflowing cart.