Confession

I have plenty of guilty pleasures, but today I was interrupted while enjoying one of my favorites. I love reading magazines...I don't know what it is about them, I'm just attracted to them, their glossy pages, extravagant advertisements, perfume samples, celebrities, gadgets I'd never buy...even if I have no interest whatsoever in the content I will pick it up and browse. When I'm not in a hurry at the grocery store I like to find the longest line to wait in. Weird huh? But I do it because then I can flip through a magazine without having to purchase it.


Well, usually this works out pretty well, especially if someone gets behind you right away. You need this person behind you because as soon as long lines are formed some silent alarm goes off somewhere in the back rooms of the store to alert everyone to come out and help ring people up. So when that clerk comes to grab some unsuspecting customer to help them get out of the store faster they usually grab the last person in line. So I try to make sure there's someone behind me. Today there was someone, but then they were taken away, I thought the coast was clear, but unknown to me there were more recruits sent to the front line and before I knew it I had a nice young gentleman approach me touching my basket and leading me to the next register. Aaaaahhhhhhh! What to do! He's ruined everything, but what can I do, decline his offer...do people ever do that? No one in the right mind would want to stay in a long line, but I do, I desperately do. But, since I didn't want to appear to be out of my mind I followed him and my basket of goods to the register, still clutching my glossy magazine flipping until the last possible moment when I ran back to the other register to put it back on the rack.

So maybe next time I can get through the rest of that magazine, until then, I will wonder what lies in those unseen pages beckoning me to come back and finish what I started.