So I was in the grocery store. I paid for my stuff and turned to find that the kid who was supposed to be bagging it was doing something else, which was holding me up. I thought something like, “Come on, kid, get a move on. I got a life to get on with here.”
Interesting. It says at least two things about my thinking about my life:
- My life is not going on while I’m in the grocery store, and especially not when I’m trying to get the hell out.
- My life is what is going to happen to me between the time I leave the grocery store and the time I die; and while I’m stuck in the grocery store, I feel that potential time getting shorter.
Now the other day, I wrote that the meaning one can find in one’s life is expressed in what one as done with that life, with the end of it is reached. It appears, on further retail examination, that I was wrong. At least, my thinking is incomplete.
Maybe one meaning of a life is in our hope, faith, expectation, dread; in the potential that we see in our dreams, our skills, our one of these days. Can we distill it even more than that? Everybody wants to be loved.
Metaphor 
I tend to linger in grocery stores observing — there are interesting people in grocery stores.
i think it means that the grocery is actually a dead zone of time. that if one wanted to live forever that all one would have to do is to set up camp in the minidonet isle and you’d be set. of course that might also be the definition of Hell…