So it never fails that I pick the wrong line at the store.
Doesn't matter if the lady in front of me has 2 items or 102 items,
I always end up waiting.
It's like some evil witch put a curse on me when I stole a
candy bar at the checkout when I was 7.
(to this day I can't eat a Snicker's without a twinge of guilt)
I will always pick the wrong line to wait in.
This summer as I watched my cute girls pretend to shop at the
children's museum I realized that my horrible curse has been
passed on to my innocent children.
Such a tragedy.






