You decide to pay cash for your gas. Noting the pump number, you stroll to the cash register. A lady is paying for her gas while her fifteen kids add more and more products to the total.
“Johnny, you don’t need chips. We have pretzels in the car.”
“But I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnntt them.”
“Mom, can I get this pop?”
Kids are throwing bags of chips on the counter like T-Shirts shot out a cannon at a Lakers game. Mom tries to corral the outlaws while Dad does nothing to help. You wonder why you gave up the internet on your smartphone because it looks like it will be a while.