Or, correct change at the toll booth, which, by not having, requires you to dig in your purse, consequently holding up the 500 other cars behind you that are now flipping you off and promising to follow you to your exit.
Or, unsweetened iced tea no matter what region of the country you’re in? 24-7. With actual ice. And lemon for the Love of God.
Or, your license and registration being produced without your looking roadkill guilty. For that matter, your license and boarding pass for the same reasons. Damn those pesky Homeland Security rules. Though I enjoy the full body scan.
Or, your password, user name and 4-digit pin code when you can’t access Pay-Per-View and your husband is accusing you of not paying the bill on time and he’s on a Band Of Brothers bender?
Or, gift wrap with coordinating ribbon AND tape? The tape is always on it’s last legs- like my last nerve when I realize I haven’t wrapped the gift yet, and we’re heading out the door.
Or, having an extra package of hose- in the right size, when the tights you put on have inexplicable holes in them. Why didn’t I notice this when I removed them last? Oh, that’s right.
Which is why it was so delightful to come across a group of artisans under the same roof that could take care of all of my needs…
3954 Magazine St.