Pick a line.. any line!

Today, I journeyed to my local Home Depot to purchase a lamp for my living room. Since Jaclyn has resumed ownership of her loaner lamp, the upper left corner of my living room has been suffering from a lack of light. The good news is that we found one at Home Depot (of all places) that is contempory, stylish and fits in quite nicely with my decor.

Our blog adventure begins as I approach the check-out counters. There were only two that were open with a few patrons in each eagerly awaiting to make their purchases and return to home improvement bliss.

The lady at the end of the line had her cart pointed diagonally towards the left with her rear bleeding over into the right line a bit. Naturally, I assumed that her line parking skills were probably similar to her car parking skills so I eeked by her on the right and claimed my spot in line.

Crazy Woman: "Excuse me sir.. I am in line."
TinyElvis: "Oh.. I thought you were in the other line.."
Crazy Woman: "I am in whichever line becomes available first!"
Tiny Elvis: "You can't be in two lines. Tell me which line you are in, and I'll get in the other one."
Crazy Woman: "Nevermind.. go ahead."

I must point out that my tone was far from rude, albeit stern. Did realize how ridiculous her argument once she verbalized it? Or, was she simply terrified of the messy-haired man wearing the Ole Miss shirt?

In any case, I got my lamp. It was a pain in the ass to put together, but it looks nice.