This past Fourth of July, my best friend, Kelsie, her husband, and her child headed out for a BBQ at some friend's house. On the way, Kelsie convinced her husband to stop by the local Old Navy. She apparently wanted to get a head start on the holiday sales - much to the dismay of poor old John, the husband.

While John waited in the car, Kelsie ran around Old Navy grabbing all that she could. When she was ready to pay for her merchandise, she headed to the registers. She got behind the last person in line and noted that she was the sixth person in the line.

When the first four people in line moved up, she noticed that the person in front of her had not budged an inch. She thought, "He probably does not want to be up close to the person in front of him." So, she let it go. A couple of minutes later, the line had moved up again but the man in front of her had not. She cleared her throat to see if he would get the message and move up. Alas, he did not move. Against her character, she let this go.

Finally, the person who was originally in front of the gentleman was next to be called to a register. Kelsie began to clear her throat more loudly and shuffle her feet. She did everything to get the man to look up so that he would move forward in line. She looked at the clock again and noticed that it had been four minutes since she had gotten in line. She sighed loudly in hopes of getting the man to move up.

Just as she was about to tap the man on the shoulder and ask him to move forward, a Sales Clerk approached Kelsie, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Ma'am, that's a mannequin."

Later.  ¶ 1:00 AM