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Eternity

Here we are all trapped in single file stuck in line at the grocery aisle behind a lady in tattered nylons perpetually searching for coupons. Now she is causing us even more stress arguing the price should be ten cents less though that amount should be no cause of grief she treats the cashier like some kind of thief. Hopes of finding other lines are broken as no other registers are open my temperament begins to roil as my groceries begin to spoil. At last she gives up and gets out her purse but then the problem becomes even worse bypassing her cash to get out a card inputting her pin code seems much too hard. Just before we move to angry action she finally completes her transaction but then our new hopes are once again snagged when she nags about how her food is bagged. Her departure now ends our ordeal the next guy puts his food through with zeal. Oh, come on now, what the heck! he is paying with a cheque!

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