March 19, 2004
Another moment of shattered anonymity between two denizens of out Metropolis. Standing in line at Fairways, having navigated the crowded and impossibly narrow chaos of the urban supermarket isles. A harried man asks me if I am in line to check out, and I say yes. He then asks the woman who is standing next to me if she's in line, and she says yes too. "Which line are you in?" We explain that its one line for all eight registers. "One line?!" He storms off, inexplicably angry. The woman and I exchange glances about the absurdity of other people.