You know what REALLY gets my goat, truly? Cashiers. No, not at one specific local but nearly every goddamn where, every goddamn day I make a purchase that requires me to strategically pack my own backpack, or with 'do-gooder' status with a reusable bag in tow. What's with these cashiers? Yeah, I once was one and I acknowledge that it's a mind numbing, soul sucking form of employment. Sure, I get it. You had HIGH HOPES when you pursued your Americanized right of passage to trek across the country. You had strong motivational pursuits to acclimate amongst this whitewashed version many associate as a Mecca. Your dream failed you. Now all you have to show for yourself is a few dollars above the minimum wage and not a leg to stand on regarding your artistically inclined career. Only art school debt and maybe a curated piece for a group art show at a neighborhood cafe. The real world is such a drag for adults sometimes. But, please, as a fellow customer, just give us A FEW extra seconds!!! Seriously, it's extremely rude to push me and everyone else out the door before we've had a moments time to place our cash in our wallet and our shit in our bags. You've got nothing but time, time, time on your side as a bloody cashier. So slow it down and out of common westernized decency, wait to start ringing up the next compatriot until we are ready to move along the drudge that is capitalistic complacency.