What line is this?
I recently finished reading Daryna Jones‘ sixth Charley Davidson book, Sixth Grave on the Edge and have to share that, not only is it a great read, but that the chapter headings are like the cherry teetering on the crest of a mound of whipped cream topping a huge fudge brownie sundae. Not only decorative, but delightful. Case in point…
I stood in line this past Saturday before the Big Game, the game which cannot be named without paying a hefty licensing fee, the game that is watched as much for the spaces in between (otherwise known as commercials) as for the game itself, the game whose half-time extravaganza’s have exploded into eye-popping and ear-busting heights, and the game that I will be hearing recapped all day long today. So, there I was in line in a grocery store filled not only with folks trying to fill their game day menus, but with families trying to fill their fridges for the coming week, and I’ve naturally chosen the wrong line. You know, the one that looked shorter than the rest, the one with the people whose carts are not quite overflowing, and the one which grinds to a complete and total standstill as soon as I’m boxed in by another couple of hopeful shoppers. Yep. that line.
And Chapter 20’s opening salvo exploded into my head precisely as I would expect that half-time opening –
There should be a line at every store for people who have their shit together.
And I laughed. Out loud.
It was great!