It’s pretty cool how inspiration works…

My wife gave me nine stops to make with the last minute, day before Christmas shopping.  This is something I’m trusted to do as I’ve learned to do it well.

[Note to men soon to be married.  Be careful.  Becoming good at performing tasks your wife wants you to do has its perils.]

I got to the first of two coffeehouses on my fourth stop.  After picking up my gift certificate, I noted something about the line of cars waiting for drive-through service.  It looked pretty much the same as the line of cars I see waiting almost any time I drive past.  Long.  And slow.  So slow that the bright orange car at the back of the line when I drove up had advanced only five (of eleven) spots in about four minutes.  . . . Continue Reading