I’m terrible at picking lines (or queue, if you’re British) to be in. Whether it is the concession line, the checkout line, the lane of traffic to drive in. If you see me in line for something, pick another line. Trust me.
No matter which line I choose, even if there is only one person ahead of me, there will be something extraordinary they need. “Can you please count out 47 unpopped kernels to put in the bag? But don’t put them all in the bottom. Put in half a scoop of popped popcorn, then 7 unpopped. Another half scoop of popped. 12 unpopped. A full scoop of popped. 9 unpopped. Full scoop. 11 unpopped. Scoop and a half. 8 unpopped. Top off the bag. Thanks.” It never fails.
To solve this problem, my wife suggested that I ignore my instincts when picking a line. If there is one person in line and I’m thinking about picking that line, go to the one that has 14 people in it. Inevitably, the one person will get one box of candy and be on their way. When I want to switch to that line, 38 people will get there before I do. I am to ignore this thought.
Now, my instinct is to ignore my instincts. Instead of picking the line that looks like they don’t need anything special, I will go to the line that has 5 people in it. Unfortunately, karma is too smart for this. She knows I’m following my instincts to ignore my instincts. Thus, I am, indeed, following my instinct. The second person will ask for half nachos, half pretzel bites. The third will want a “suicide,” which the person working the register won’t understand, because they’re 17. The fifth will need a vegan chicken finger meal. Or there will be a semi turning right two cars in front of me., but can’t get through because of the car turning left that is in their way.
My non-instinctual instinct was wrong again. Thanks a lot, karma
The word instinct has lost all meaning.