Twenty-three minutes later, I'm at Marietta's.

Well... sort of.

As a matter of fact, I'm outside Marietta's, at the back of the longest line ever. I can count sixty people in front of me from where I'm standing. I can't even see the entrance to the place.

I try not to get discouraged as the minutes tick by. This might not be how I planned on spending my Tuesday night, but A, at least it's helping me keep my mind off of the ...