6:15 – I look outside at the bleak blackness of the night and inform my family I am about to go on a mission to Walmart to get some pictures developed for an upcoming scrapbook fest planned later this week. Lance protests. I insist. I get in the car and drive to Walmart, listening to Steve Miller.
6:38 – I walk to the photo section of Walmart. Crud. There is a line to use the Kodak machine. I quickly park myself in back of the line. In front of me is a young couple, probably in high school. They are shuffling their feet, texting on their phones, waiting for the elderly lady currently using the Kodak machine.
6:45 – I am determined to set a fine example of patience for these two youngsters. I am not in a hurry. I try to relish the fact that I get to do this without the girls. There would be much fighting, some tears, a few trips to the bathroom and begging to peruse the toy aisles.
6:53 – I can’t help it. I begin to tap my foot. I exchange a look with the youngsters, kind of a I know, can you believe this is taking so long? look.
6:57 – I squint my eyes to see what in the world this old lady is working on. It looks like wedding photos. Great. I think I just felt my hair grow a little. The earth might have rotated some, I can’t tell because I am as antsy as the youngsters now.
7:04 – Seriously? She is cropping and enhancing every.single.photo. I stare at her cankles. Then I look down at my feet and decide I have no room to judge her there.
7: 09 – Arg! I hate you, Kodak machine hog! I walk away. Habit takes me to the toy section.
7: 15 – I walk back to the photo section. Old lady is now paying for her bazillions of photos. The youngsters are at it now.
7: 19 – I am now taking my turn on the machine. Now it’s nice and quiet and I take my time developing 70 pictures of my beautiful girls. I crop and enhance several of them.
7: 25 – Behind me is someone in line to use the machine. They are staring at my cankles, shuffling their feet. I realize I have just come full circle. Crap.