Christopher Helms wrote:
>
> My mom was like that. Personally, when I'm in the checkout line the
> crazy, mumbling, jabbering flake is always directly in front of me,
> talking about everything and nothing to the clerk, writing a check for
> Tic Tacs or paying for a case of beer with a coffee can full of
> change. Last night I waited for some dumb bitch to run out of gab for
> over five minutes as my bottle of Coke Zero got warm. I have a
> freakish talent for getting behind these assholes. It never happens
> less than three time a week to me.

That's what happens when you go shopping at 2 AM.