Yesterday, I woke up feeling in good spirits. Its sunny outside, birds chirping, and happens to be my day off from work. No dealing with rude customers or watching the doors for thieves doing their beer runs but I do have to go to the grocery store to recycle my bags of cans and bottles. I figured I’d use the money from the bottle slips to pay for lunch and then go home to relax.
I was the 4th person in line for the bottle-room and it didn’t appear to be moving at all. In between two guys who smell funky but ironically talking about how long they’ve went without deodorant:
Neglected Hygiene Guy #1: It’s been about 6 months since I put anything on, I think I smell fine.
Neglected Hygiene Guy #2: It’s unnecessary, just spray yourself with Febreze or something.
Me: (under my breath) Greeaaat…
Then it dawned on me, I hated standing in line. It started when I was 15 years old, trying to get my drivers permit at the DMV. In a cramp room waiting for your number to be called and then told to wait again to take the test. To make matters worst, I failed it 3 times.
Standing in line at the DMV
I remember the 7 long hours standing in line for the release of the iPhone, in which they ran out of stock and was told to come back tomorrow only to wait another 5 more.
Again for the iPhone
All of these flashbacks made me bitter, I put my bag down and stepped out of the line. As I was walking away, I realized the bag was worth some money! I ran back to retrieve the bag but it was no where to be found…
Bottleroom...
