En retard

That complicated cluster of emotions that include bitterness, frustration, profound embarrassment and quiet rage when you find yourself, after a series of poor life choices, standing at the express checkout (right below the “ten items and under” sign) with 13 items arrayed in front of you, with a large queue of angry muttering rule following citizens behind you (which has sprung up out of nowhere), and a little old lady in front of you who has just paid for her one bottle of milk but actually while I’m here perhaps I really should get out 20 dollars in cash, is that OK dear? And meanwhile my window of opportunity for getting to my very important appointment on time is rapidly closing and, really, would it have killed you to get up 20 minutes earlier to avoid this pain, why do I do this to myself???… and its only Monday…