So I’m in the pharmacy when it happens.  A woman gets fed up with waiting in line, and she grabs her kid by the hand and walks out.  The child resists, stomps, yells.

“Stop shouting, Nemesis!” she shouts.

Nemesis.  I kid you not.

Not a common boy’s name, I don’t imagine.  Surely I misheard?  Surely it was something more staid, more done.  Something like… Pegasus?

The wild wonders of queuing.


About sputnitsa

Born in the US, I grew up in Africa and the West Indies, and returned stateside in my teens. After a decade in international development, democracy work, and inclusivity training for domestic NGOs, I joined Peace Corps, and after a year, experienced my first Russian invasion. I followed that up by volunteering with refugees and youth, and after some vacation time climbing minarets and mountains, I returned to New York City, where today I work on social justice with college students, produce short films, and write.
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