The Late Start
Does your conscious want to understand? Walking into a grocery store early Sunday morning. I was there for only one reason. Football Sundays has always been my favorite event of the week. I am having some of my friends over to watch who else, but the Chicago Bears. I usually wake up around 9:00 am, throw a sweatshirt and a pair of warm up pants on, and drink a glass of milk and head for the grocery store. At the grocery store I pick up the bare essentials, dogs, burgers, and beer. It usually takes me around 20-30 minutes to get in and out of there, but this Sunday was different.
I was having more friends then normal over because the Bears were playing the Green Bay Packers. So I added more quantity and more of a variety of food for this larger crowd. Since I was getting more food this week I assumed it would take me twice as long to go to the store.
I planned ahead and set my alarm for 8:30. To my surprise I woke up and looked at the clock and it said 9:30. I then as quickly as possible throw on some clothes have my glass of milk and drive off to the grocery store. This has become such a weekly routine that I wasn't worried at all that I was running late. I get a cart and go through every isle and fill it to the top. Then I head to the liquor department and grab three cases of Coors Light. I then walked to the checkout counter and see lines and lines of people patiently waiting. I wait there just like everyone else patiently for about 20 minutes. At that time I have been at...