The Grocery Store.

Why do I always find myself walking into a grocery store with the intent of just buying one or two or three things and leaving with a bunch? It wouldn't be so bad if I would get a basket as I'm walking into the store. Next thing I know I'm carrying milk by my pinky, juice and eggs under one arm, boxes of this and that under the other arm and until I actually look quite ridiculous. Today I did this, and I ended up being the second person in line. Yay, It's going to be quick! Not! The shortest line, and the guy was really a slow individual. At least 5 people went through each and every other line while I waited there with my milk dangling from my pinky. Grrr.