THE SOLUTION IS IN YOUR HANDS
12/23/99. Evening. Midtown Tulsa.
It’s just like the line at the grocery store. Many cashiers, although here we all go through a single feeder line to get there.
We stand here with our selections, fidgeting impatiently, while our eyes scan the room, looking for familiar faces, glancing at our watches, desperate for any diversion to help kill these few minutes, before we hand over our hard-earned money for our purchases.
So much time for each of us to kill.
If only we had something to read.
While we wait in this line.
Here. At this bookstore.