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Under the influence of my uncontrollable supervillainy, my superpower takes form when I wreak havoc on lineups. Something always goes wrong in the line I choose. I bend circumstance with my mind! Either someone ahead of me takes waaaay too long in comparison to the average or what is acceptable, or something goes horribly wrong at a till or information desk.
The severity of the incident is usually, if not always, measured at an inverse proportion to the relative unobtrusiveness of my patronage.
I'm deceptive like that.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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