I ventured out into the world this afternoon, knowing that, as is the case on most Sundays, any place I went to would be filled to overflowing.
So I thought I was prepared, but it turned out that I was wrong.
I'd gone out because there were a few things that I'd forgotten to pick up yesterday, and, for whatever reason, I decided to get those things from Wal-Mart.
As soon as I got to the parking lot I realized my mistake, ending up parking about as far away from the store as it's possible to do and still, technically, be in its parking lot.
Once I got inside it was like Black Friday. Everywhere I looked there were people and empty shelves.
It was crazy.
Was there some special significance to today? Some amazing sales going on?
Oddly enough, I didn't have to spend a lot of time in line, as, for the first time in my experience in almost six years, they actually had an adequate number of registers open.
That was almost weirder than the truly insane number of customers in the store.
Then again, I ended up going through a line that was being worked by this older woman on what appeared to be her first day.
I don't just mean her first day at the register, I mean her first day, period.
She seemed genuinely puzzled by every aspect of not only her job but of life, as though she had just sprung into existence with a full adult intellect and education, but no actual experience with life.
It was almost more fascinating than irritating.