Monday, April 10, 2006

Attractions in the Queue at Borders

Standing in line at the check-out at Border’s Sunday.

Just ahead of me was a mom and three children; a toddler in arms and two boys who looked to be about 5 and 3.

The 3-year-old, a tow-head, was moving restlessly, fingering the alluring items that presented themselves where the queue forms at the registers.

“We’re not getting candy,” mom said, as he fingered the chocolate. “Put the bookmark back.” Every item he brought forward was rebuffed.

Mom was finally summoned to the register. The tot lingered behind, head down, lip out. “There are soooooo many things here I want,” he said.

“Me too, buddy,” I thought. “Me too.”

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