That 4 seconds
looking at your cart in the rice/mayo/stuffing aisle not moving quickly enough
for me, interrupting my balletic sprint to eggs and cheese.
Those 2 minutes behind
your bumper sticker stalled at the last light before the temporary bliss of the
highway because you could not find the gas pedal.
Those 6 moments
lingering at checkout as you fumble for your wallet like you were unsure you'd
have to pay until the cashier asked you.
These are moments I
will not get back. I add them all up in my head as the total looks like an
outrage, like an unconscionable theft of time. But I get home and it's all just
moments in between car commercials, waiting for the exact hour snacking can
begin and when I can recline deeper and deeper. I would not know what to do
with that time if they ever refunded me.
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