Friday after work I like to get my grocery shopping out of the way for the week. I consider this the height of bachelor rationality -- using the last bit of fuel in my tank from the work week to take care of a chore that would otherwise chew into the weekend.
At the checkout counter tonight my cashier buddy Marc tells me his day has been a rough one. I agree. It has been.
"But it'll pass," I say.
Then in unison: "It always does."