I was at HF one day, standing in a rather long line to checkout. The lady at the front of the line was returning something for her husband. (why the husband wasn't returning his own stuff is beyond the purview of this post). So, she is on the phone talking to a friend the whole time and making the clerk wait for her to have a moment to respond to several things. All of us in line were contemplating her demise. One thing is for certain, she really needed that phone shoved up an orifice of some sort. But all of us in line couldn't decide who was the one to do it. Because of our procrastination, we didn't make the national news. My reasoning for volunteering (I always try to do whats right) was that in prison, you get three meals a day anyway. :P
