The grocery store was packed. The county fair and rain storm (It always rains at some point during fair week.) was on and there were people in every aisle. Although I didn't have much in my cart b y the time I got to the cash registers the waiting lines were down the aisles three-carts-deep. I saw a self-checkout register, one of four, come open so I began scanning items myself rather than ending up for sure out in Malung Township someplace; I know how things can get out of hand, Maybe it was the unusual crush of people waiting for a register, combined with the difficulty I was having separating and opening new plastic bags in the bagging area that built my anxiety. It wasn't like I wasn't familiar with the self-checkout process. I've done it many times, but I am impatient with a machine that annoyingly repeats things, like "Place your item in the bagging area, " or "Replace the item removed from the bagging area." Granted, I...
From: Wannaskawriter Date: Sunday, May 6, 2007 8:22 AM Subject: Copy of email to Wendy in Austin TX My dearest niece in Austin. Guess I owe you a letter at long last, we don't correspond much any mo'. Such is life. I just come in from outside, so let me get on to tellin' you about it: Le' me bang the dust from my old cow hat here, jes' got in from the range a'roundin' up all dem li'l doggies, my old ass is jes' about worn t'rough my jeans. Now I knows why cowboys walk around bowlegged an' all, their knees jes' give out on 'em, they do, stand'n in the stirrups, tryin' to ease all them stinkin' bumps out of the trail, twist'n this an' twist'n that way, tryin' ta keep your ass from beat'n the seat that's always comin up to meet an' greet ya. The wors' t'ing about it, is your loins get all sweaty and chapt ag'in all that heavin' heated horse flesh and smooth-worn saddl...