By way of example, let's say it's an average day, and you get up in
the morning, go to your challenging job, and you work hard for nine or
ten hours, and at the end of the day you're tired, and you're stressed
out, and all you want is to go home and have a good supper and maybe
unwind for a couple of hours and then hit the rack early because you
have to get up the next day and do it all again.
But then you remember
there's no food at home-you haven't had time to shop this week, because
of your challenging job-and so now after work you have to get in your
car and drive to the supermarket. It's the end of the workday, and the
traffic's very bad, so getting to the store takes way longer than it
should, and when you finally get there the supermarket is very crowded,
because of course it's the time of day when all the other people with
jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery shopping, and the store's
hideously, fluorescently lit, and infused with soul-killing Muzak or
corporate pop, and it's pretty much the last place you want to be, but
you can't just get in and quickly out. You have to wander all over the
huge, overlit store's crowded aisles to find the stuff you want, and you
have to maneuver your junky cart through all these other tired, hurried
people with carts, and of course there are also the glacially slow old
people and the spacey people and the ADHD kids who all block the aisle
and you have to grit your teeth and try to be polite as you ask them to
let you by, and eventually, finally, you get all your supper supplies,
except now it turns out there aren't enough checkout lanes open even
though it's the end-of-the-day rush, so the checkout line is incredibly
long, which is stupid and infuriating, but you can't take your fury out
on the frantic lady working the register.
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