Let the record show that I am never in a hurry when I stop by to get my scratchers. It's not like I have anywhere I need to be. That said, I DO find waiting in line to be tedious. Mind-numbingly boring. So I eavesdrop on the clientele.
Saturday, the line was taking forever. Not really any one person's fault. Just a series of time-consuming events. Four people were already in line when I entered. It's tight quarters in there. One gal was paying at the counter, and two men and a woman were lined up down the center of the three aisles. I know my place. I didn't see any need to walk all the way down the left aisle and come up behind the Suitcase of Budweiser Gal to stand in line. I stood at the end cap, waiting for that line to move forward. This made me privy (heh, heh, I said PRIVY) to conversations.
The Paying Gal had some issues picking up her change. I do applaud her for using actual CASH and not a card. Besides, she almost left me a coin for my Future Pennyillionaire Fortune. Almost...
"Oops! I'm about to lose a dime!" And she squatted to pick it up. Drat!
The next guy paid with plastic. The card-reader takes forever, even though it's fairly new. It's on an electrical leash. People pull it through the little hand-hole in the plexiglass to punch in their numbers. This guy was out-of-sync with my favorite cashier.
"Oh. It's not doing anything."
"Huh. I must have cut you off. I'm really sorry. Here. Try again." (!!!!!!)
"No need to be sorry. I'll get it."
Then there was the offering of the red tickets for the gas drawing. Which he declined, saying to give them to the next person who wanted them.
The line was moving up. I swear they had crept closer to each other, like I was some line-cutter. I don't know why Suitcase of Budweiser Gal didn't set down her burden. She continued to hold it on her hip while inching forward. Her payment was eventually uneventful. It's the guy who was in front of her who made my day.
"Sorry for your wait."
"No problem. I don't mind to wait. I sure don't want my picture on the wall!"
"Yeah, we have a few."
"I was in Tally-Ho Dairy Bar [a local eatery with carhop service as well] the other day, and saw a bunch of people I know. I wandered from table to table, talking to them. I forgot all about paying before I left! A mob tracked me down on Facebook. Well. They tracked down my wife! So I had to go back and pay. I'm not doing that again!"
Waiting might be a chore, but it's never a bore at the Gas Station Chicken Store.