Standing in the grocery market checkout line, after work. The line stretches in front of you with an impossible number of patrons before you’re even ready to get your 5 tomatoes and a six pack of diet coke onto the conveyor belt. The talking around you mixes with the announcements over the loudspeaker and the hum of the air conditioning, churning everything into a Peanuts-level drone. Out of the corner of your eye you spy a tabloid, some stickers, an Archie comic word search. This is the grocery market checkout line. You’re almost there, just hit ‘checkout.’