One of my bigger failures in suburban life has to do with shopping; I cannot pick the faster check-out line. In fact, you can sure that if I pick the line, it will shut down. It's like an Act of God.
That nice old lady with only one item that I let go first is actually trying to cash a two-party check on the Bank of Ceylon. The housewife with four items that I hurried in behind needs a price check on three of them, all in different parts of the store. The old guy with a can of 3-in-1 oil doesn't understand the coupon is expired, and he's more than a little deaf. Time passes one long, slow tick at a time.
And there I stand, with my energy drink, a half gallon of soy milk, and my thumb, well... at least my wife doesn't send me that often. -Jobe
ON-AIR: Midnight to 5 A.M. Monday through Friday, I produce many of the commercials on The Eagle.
