It may appear as if I’m just bitching in general, but I swear I’m not. I’m confounded. I stopped by the sub shop to pick up lunch yesterday. I was third in line. There were two older women and then a mother and her child ahead of me. This isn’t the speediest sub shop around and it was probably a five minute wait before they got to the woman ahead of me.

During that five minutes her kid ran around making a strong case for modern-day exorcism cause after watching him I was pretty sure he was demon-possessed. So, they finally ask her what kind of sub she wants and she has to call over devil-boy and ask him. Once she finally makes it through the line of toppings and such, she has to ascertain whether he’d like a juice box or an iced tea. (You can’t fathom how hard I had to bite my tongue to refrain from suggesting that pumping caffeine in this one was exactly what she needed to do.) They also had to work out whether he wanted chips or a cookie (Hey, throw some sugar his way too).

Finally, all those niggling details they like from a customer in a sub shop are taken care of and the guy behind the counter tells her what she owes. THEN she decides to take out her wallet. At that point, even the counter guy was rolling his eyes.

So, my burning question, and I really, sincerly, honestly want to know…WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING ABOUT FOR THOSE FIVE PLUS MINUTES WE WERE STANDING IN LINE? It’s a friggin’ line to place a food order. Hel-lo. And last I checked, they weren’t giving out free meals, so is it too much to ask that you dig out that wallet sometime ahead in the process?

Whew! I feel better.

And BTW…Damien III wound up with iced tea and a cookie!:[