It's 11:30am. If I leave now, I'll beat some of the lunch hour traffic…

I drove half way home to pick up shoes for the wedding next weekend. Traveling time: 12 minutes. The only person I've ever seen working in that shop is a creepy ethnic guy, he might be Polish. (It's not the ethnic part that gives me the creeps, either) I write out a check as he stands and watches what I'm writing. He gives me the willies, and then my shoes and I then leave. Time in the store with the creepy Polish guy: 7 minutes. (that's about 6 minutes too long)

I race over the Osco (traveling time: 5 minutes) to return the cherry cola hair color I decided against (by Feria, #57 if you're interested) and then pick up a prescription for Hubby. The return of the hair dye and the prescription cancel each other out and I end up not spending a penny in the store. Although as I zip in and out, I notice that the flowers are lovely, and for a moment I'm tempted to buy some for myself. Then I realize I don't have the time to stand in line. Time for dropping off, picking up and contemplation: 10 minutes.

Driving back to work from Osco: 10 minutes

Stopping to let a stream of cars cross traffic while all is clear on the other side: 1 minute

A moment or two at the ATM on the corner to (ahem) adjust balances: 2 minutes

Check email, think about answering it: 3 minutes

Jot down what my lunch hour was like: 15 minutes

Let's see:
12 minutes to shoe store
8 minutes in shoe store
5 minutes to Osco
10 minutes in Osco
10 minutes to work
1 minute for good deeds
2 minutes to stabilize my checkbook
3 minutes to see if anyone loves me
15 minutes for mental doodling

That brings us to - uh, oh. I'd better get back to work.

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