Freaky Me - Part 3

I pay for people ahead of me in line.

I know what you're thinking. "How nice," or "that's sweet," or "that's not weird, it's a good deed."

Nope.

I don't do it because I'm nice, or because I have a lot of money and can necessarily afford to give all my money away. Nor do I do it to play "pay it foreward."

I'm just really, really impatient.

I HATE waiting for people to count out change in line. Granted, I do it, too, but only if there's nobody behind me. I gather all my goods, hit up the counter, pop my wallet open... and the last thing I want to do is wait for somebody to dig through her purse or his pocket for sixteen cents.

I hate it. HATE it. Makes my eyes roll and my lungs sigh. Hard.

I'm so sorry. This makes me a bad person- my impatience- and I really should try to work on it. But until then, maybe tomorrow is your lucky day and I'll pay for your under-five-dollar purchase.

More power to ya.