You know those all too long moments: the moments of standing in the checkout line with the woman and her four kids all wearing fake teeth racing around you, getting directions to go get the better bowl on the shelf all the way in the back of the store, the moments of the creeper so close behind you in line his trucker hat bumps into you and all the while your coffee has just kicked into high gear and since chemo you can't tell the difference between a shit or a fart so the sooner you check out the better it is for the whole store?
Then, quietly the checker asks "is it okay if I put the tater-tots in with the toilet paper?" I just pause from all of my contrition/hope to not poop my pants faces long enough to say. "Oh no, its just fine."
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