The list of possible events to put more people on prozac just got longer…
1. Washington DC traffic
2. Los Angeles Traffic
3. Wal Mart on Christmas Eve
4. And now…the Walgreen’s by my house at any time of the day.
It’s not just that the parking lot is full. It’s not even crowds. I like people. It’s just that there are people *everywhere.*
OH…I’m not kidding. I love it in a please punish me with making something simple incredibly arduous way.
For starters, there were two echo-boomer girls dancing in the parking lot and trying to sing, but really yelling, at the top of their lungs a song by En Vogue that was way before their time. This makes me feel old, which is not fair or right. There was also this elderly lady with really red hair, who isn’t just mad that the cashews are 19 cents more than the sticker says, she’s all hands on her hips letting the manager have a what for… and the cashier is not paying attention to her current customer while having a running commentary on what she thinks the old lady is saying.
And it isn’t pretty if true.
Then there is the Walgreen’s staff that just sorta’ hangs around and watches the long … LONG line. Three men in sweats (the whole thug appeal look) casually walk in, split up, walk around the store, regroup at the soda cooler and then walk out together not buying anything. Then there is the bored dad, mom’s on a cell phone, son’s on a cell phone … is everybody on a cell phone….how wierd is it that all these people are on cell phones? A murmuring of a bunch of strangers life details.
I totally have to have a candy bar after this! Wow look at that bright orange travel pillow …
Leaving is like leaving a football game or sporting event. Chaos….you just have to lurch into the flow and hope to not kill the two girls yelling En Vogue songs and not hit Mr. Goth boy in the blue mustang. He actually came in to tell the cashier “that he got it.” She , Ms. Goth girl, looked up and said “that is SO cool.” Then he left. The whole purpose of diving into the chaos accomplished. What he got and what was cool about it is not for us to know and yet I feel jipped for not knowing.
Now imagine this bustling scene full of humanity and all it’s everyday-ness … slow it down further and further until everything just stops into one moment in time. The Lord loves the two girls smiling and being silly, the Lord knows why the men choose to run around like thugs, He hears why the old lady needs that 19 cents and is making a way for her to have provision. He knows exactly what the Goth kids got and think is cool. Every person hanging around, talking on the phone … rolling their eyes (that would have been me) is Watched by the One who loves them all. He’s never perturbed with chaos and knows the miniscule to the epic events of each souls life. He knows their song … our song.
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