I’m in line at CVS.
There’s a baby in front of me, and one a little ways behind.
The latter is screaming her baby powdered head off.
The mother, a well-heeled young woman in a fur hat, looks as if she’d like to give her up for adoption.
The line is long because the do-it-yourself machines are on the fritz. We wait to what’s starting to sound like, really bad opera.
The baby in front of me, a cute little boy in a bright blue parka with the name Trevor etched on the front, is looking over his mom’s shoulder at his screaming colleague who is still singing Carmen.
His eyes get very big as though he has an idea.
He starts blowing the girl kisses, the charmer we now all know he will grow up to be.
You’ve never seen a group of such diverse individuals clutching their various necessities change their tune from grumbles to smiles so fast.