It occurred to me, waiting in line the other day, that you’re defined — at least a little bit — by the lines you stand in.
Here’s my snapshot of various life stages and the things they go with:
Age 15: the new Star Wars movie (or today’s equivalent).
Age 40: the new Toyota Prius gas/electric hybrid.
Age 65: the Costco pharmacy when it opens at 10 a.m. (there the other morning, I confess, but not a regular . . yet).