2040-02-07 - 3:17 a.m.
Saw Adaptation today, and when Kaufmann (the main character) asserted nothing happens in life, to which a bit character contradicted him by declaiming that drama happens every day, I thought, no, nothing happens but in the nothing is the drama. Or something trite and unformed like that. It was a good movie.
But the following that happened to me earlier, I thought, would make a great Seinfeld story, that is an incident that happens to the characters and then gets endlessly discussed and dissected over the rest of the episode. At about 9 p.m. today I was done shopping at the Bougie Publix and went to check out. I discovered that only one line was open, and that it was already backed up, with one cart fully behind the conveyer belt. So I got into the line, and noticed that in front of me is a man, with shopping cart enormously piled high with food, who is, clearly 'developmentally disabled.' He has crutches with arm braces, and leans on them as his body twitches, his face contorted. Later I speculated his symptoms are consistent with Multiple Sclerosis. So I'm behind him in line at Publix, wonderingly slightly how he managed to fill his cart with food considering it's questionable he could support himself enough to lift something, when a girl comes running up with some food item. She's cute, short and slim, fashionable dressed, and young (20s, as he is about). Is this his girlfriend? And then she kisses him, and puts her arm around his waist, and they continue to be affectionate. And I look away, trying to vehemently. I'm distracted by two people who have come into line behind me ("Is there only one line open?" a yuppie seethes) and by now the aisle area is crowded and I have to push closer to developmentally disabled boy and his girl to assert to the people approaching from the side that I'm in line and ahead of them, and give them space to claim their own spaces in line. Meanwhile, at the checkout, the cashier, who looks young enough to be in high school, seems to be selling some $1 candy or something for some purpose, giving the hard sell to some guy who's simultaneously being pressured by his wife.
So another line comes open, and I don't pause for a second before jumping into it, even though I'm not next in line. Fuck that. And then, driving back on University, some crazy bitch in a minivan almost rams me when she mistakes a left-turn lane on University (just west of 301 at the "Speedway" light) for a straight lane and almost merges into me. Fucking death.
