When you're a kid, the aisles at the grocery store seem HUGE. Fifty feet high. A thousand miles long. And you always wonder, "How the (heck) do people get those cans on the top shelf?!" Then, you'd grow, and you'd impress your mom by how high you could reach. "LOOK MOM, I can get the can all the way up there!"
Now I work in a grocery store. I can reach everything. And anything I can't reach, I can use a ladder or a pole. Life is easy, because I'm tall.
As great as this would've sounded as a small child, staring down the aisles in a grocery store, it's really not the case. Things that are way more important NOW...IMPOSSIBLE to reach. Remember how the days draaagged on? When you were younger? You had all the time in the world, and to do whatever you wanted. No obligations, not a care in the world. We all had something easily reached (not groceries)...time. It was right there, in our chubby little hands. On the ground, our level.
Now we're all huge, and time is somewhere by our feet. But the ground is filthy, and hardly any of us want to reach down there and grab it. We're risking a lot, it's much easier to pull by the strings standing up, and just get whatever you can take.
I have to work till 10 tonight. No big deal. I'm in English. Can't focus. Room full of mouths, speaking. Not ears, listening. So here I am. There's this annotated bibliography assignment (bam bam bam) due sometime next time or this Friday or sometime over the rainbow. (Tehe.) I'm not sure where to begin, and I feel as if someone will be asking me for it, like, tomorrow. Or the next day.
The store I'm in now doesn't have cans or bread or cheese or milk. It has time. The longest amounts of time are the most expensive. They're on the highest shelves in each aisle. Homework time is in the aisle that no one can find. I'm a foot tall. All I want to do is get taller so I can reach that top shelf. Like growing up all over again. I'm looking forward to work tonight. Top Shelf. No Time. NO TIME.
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