"TARRY, TARRY, CASH 'N'  CARRY" Shopping used to be such fun. In and out and I was done. Grab a six-pack, maybe two; Head of lettuce, meat for  stew. Helping hand from Mr. Whipple. Buying food and stuff was  simple. Nowadays I stick my neck out, Searching for the fastest  checkout, Only then to ascertain I'm once more in the poky lane, Tended by a girl who truly Got there by mistake, and newly. Hence I slowly start to burn, Patiently await my turn, Thwarted by the children grabbing, Coupons, stamps, the checkers gabbing. Trav'lers checks? Know all about 'em. (Tourists won't leave home without 'em.) Express lanes? I often sight 'em. Always one too many item. They limit me to "less than  nine." (Grammar faulty, logic fine.) If they would let me shop by mail, The same detainment would prevail: Stand and wait to claim my booty. Mile-long line, one clerk on duty!