Flash Of Doom

For some reason, I always pick the wrong cashier's line. It looks like the shortest line until I get on it. It then stops as the other lines move quickly. If you ever see me on a line in a store, go the other way. Yesterday at Walmart, I got on a short line. After a few minutes I realized that I never moved an inch since I got on. I waited and waited. Then I looked to see if there was a cashier at the end. She was there, but her hands were at her side. Then it happened. The flash of doom. The number on top of the line was blinking. 16,16,16,16. My heart sank. This could not be happening. Now I have to make a decision to leave this line or wait it out. Either way I will be making the wrong choice. I decided to pick up an US magazine and read about the Kardashians. That entertained me until the light was turned off and things started moving. Finally after 20 minutes I was done. All that for 2 cans of corn.