Really, that’s OK. There's three of us here waiting to get gas, while you've sauntered inside to laxidasically peruse the shelves for Cheetos...and spend a good 3 minutes trying to figure out which energy drink you'll need to consume. You know, I'm not doing anything...like trying to get back to work...or drive south 2 hours on a Sunday night. So you can sit there and make small talk with the checkout girl...who's young enough to be your daughter; I'll just sit here and wait.