Rubber Band Ball

So today, I went to Office Depot to fax some papers. First of all, the clerk told me to go ahead and juse the fax machine, to which I gave her a deer in the headlights look. She briefly explained how to do it and went back to whatever she was doing. The papers went through, and I waited, not sure how to know if the fax was successful. I finally asked her how I would know and she stopped what she was doing and said that when all the papers had been faxed, the machine would show a message. I waited for the message and after about 5 minutes, the machine let me know that the fax had successfully gone through. The clerk was still busy on the other side of the room behind the counter, and I hated to interrupt her, but I had to get going. I pointedly stood there, hoping she would notice that I was ready to check out, but she just continued doing what she was doing. Finally she looked at me and smiled, and walked over to where I was standing. She turned sideways, took a rubber band ball from her hand and set it on the counter. Then, while I was still pointedly standing there, obviously ready to check out, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a bag of rubber bands. She opened the bag and poured out at least 50+ rubber bands next to the rubber band ball. She then picked up a rubber band, and began to wrap it around the rubber band ball. She used great precision, wrapping and stretching the rubber band around the ball, just so. She did this at least 5 more times, and I began to wonder if something was wrong with her. Now, I am not one to be rude, so I stood, waiting patiently for her to finish whatever she was doing with the rubber bands. After about 15 more rubber bands being wrapped around the ball of rubber bands, I began to get impatient. I don't mind watching someone wrap rubber bands around a ball of rubber bands, but come on, time was wasting. She kept wrapping the rubber bands around the ball of rubber bands, and finally I said, " excuse me, are you going to finish that pile of rubber bands? I need to check out". She looked at me in surprise, and said, "Oh? Are you finished? Are you ready to check out?" I replied, "Um, yes, I am ready to check out!", and she reluctantly put her pile of rubber bands to the side to help me. I was dying to know why she was making a rubber band ball in the first place, but I didn't want to be rude by asking. As she took my money, she chatted on about her recent illness, her hearing problems, and something about working at the store. As she waited for the reciept, she looked at the pile of rubber bands and the ball she had been making, as if she couldn't wait to get back to it. I tell you one thing, that was really weird, watching her patiently wrapping rubber bands around the ball, and carefully picking out the next rubber band to use. I guess there is no explaining some people's actions, I just guess there isn't. When I finally got back to the car, I tried to explain how frustrated I was because she had ignored me to wrap her rubber band ball. Martin and Aunt Cheryl thought it was funny, and I guess it was, but I was still too bemused by it all. By the way, there were other customers waiting behind me, and I don't know what they were thinking or if they even realized that a rubber band ball was being created while they waited. So, there you go. Today, I took second place to a rubber band ball, and if you ever hear of the world's largest rubber band ball originating from Kemah, Texas, just remember, you heard it here first!