Anger, it was anger, the emotion I was feeling as I drove white knuckled on my way to Whole Foods. I could not belief my tremendous misfortune. Why, oh why, would I have to face the circle of Dante’s inferno that is the Whole Foods parking lot and go to that place??
But I knew why, of course, as I tried to merge into the already-clogged one lane of traffic headed south, the road to Whole Foods always a tense one, as if the painful stop-and-go pilgrimage is all part of the experience.
I was there by my own doing. I had to have this one California Baby hair gel product for my son—who barely even uses the stuff (insert maniacal laughter), I mean, if he does use hair gel at all, it’s a drop, and it gets all messed up by the time he gets back from his days as an acrobat-sumo-wrestler-or-whatever-it-is-he-must-be-doing-on-that-school-playground anyway, so, who cares what his hair looks like??!!
But I care. And I had it in my head that I didn’t want him to start using any of the other crappy hair products we probably-already-poisoned-children-of-the-80’s have been using…
…so it would have to be a gazillion dollar organic hair product, or bust.
Just punch me.
Take me out of my misery on my way to Whole Foods and shoot me with a dart.
I knew this whole trip, from the circling of the nightmare parking lot to the hoards of people inside navigating the narrow aisles on quests for quinoa, would take me an hour door to door. One whole hour, time I could have so desperately used for writing, only having a few to work while my kids are at school.
And then, there in the products aisle, horror of oh holy horrors, I learned my fate:
They were out of California Baby hair gel. I would have to go home and order it on line anyway. The whole trip of torture had been, indeed, one big EPIC waste of time.
Back in the car, I thought of Bob Dylan.
And no, not the fact that he was recently awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature and how people are debating that merit—because that’s a good use of time--our world feels like it’s falling apart, but that Bob Dylan! (finger wag, finger wag).
I thought of one of my favorite song lyrics from his song, “Buckets of Rain:”
“All you can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and you do it well”
We do what we must.
We just do.
Stay well, Happy Time Wasters,