Journal

Standing at the counter to make my purchase, I can't help but wonder about the qualifications to work in a place like this. With each word from the employee's mouth, I find myself closer and closer to climbing over the counter and finishing the transaction myself. He keeps derailing mid-sentence and staring off into the distance as if there is a mythical creature taunting him to make the next move. Every sentence. It reminds me of the movie 'Up' when the dog suddenly shouts 'squirrel', then goes back to business as usual. If I wasn't in such a hurry it might be quite amusing. But today it's just annoying.