This is the kind of drawring that results from being trapped in a molded plastic chair, lime green with little sparkly things embedded in it, while you wait for a prescription to be filled, and you sit there, pen poised over sketchbook, waiting for a parade of funny, odd, bizarre, eminently sketchable people to pass before you and no one does, not a soul, and all you see is rank after rank of aisles, each capped with an end cap, extending to infinity. Time, then, to heave a sigh and begin drawing the first of many jugs of Peak antifreeze.