"Journal Writing" on Wallace's This is Water

     I was in a clothing store where the line was long and I had somewhere to be by two o'clock the cashier seemed to be moving a little slower than most young cashiers that worked there.  You could hear all the customers begin to mumble under there breath, why was she moving so slow with this long line of customers. My fustration began mounting more and more as the minutes ticked away knowing that I was getting closer to the time I need to be at the doctors office for my yearly check-up.  Then the thought of maybe she just got the worst news of her life when she had her break twenty minutes ago. What if she just got news that her mother has stage four cancer and has only been given one month to live. I began to feel sorry for her my thoughts went from that of anger to that of condolence.  I could no longer be upset at the young lady.