Goines On: Going fast

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Goines couldn’t believe it himself: he was not only the first customer to enter Costco that day, he was also the first to check out with purchases and leave the warehouse.
    FIFO, he thought that was called – first in, first out. LIFO would have been impossible; by the time the last customer entered a Costco, hundreds, if not thousands, of others would already have checked out, returned home, and unloaded. LILO was more likely, although he couldn’t remember that acronym ever being used at IBM. Did it sound too much like something a fugitive would do?
    At home, Goines continued to rush, so much so that Mrs. Goines complained about it. “Are you rushing? Why are you rushing? Please don’t rush.”
    Well, yes, he was rushing, he acknowledged to himself, silently, for she had a point: he had rushed by her so fast one evening after they finished with Netflix or whatever that he almost knocked her down. It would have been terrible if she had actually fallen down, but she was able to wobble and land sitting down in the rocking chair, which was bad enough. He must be more careful.
    After lunch he took a walk, a fast walk, with gusto.
    Mrs. Goines’ question came back to him. Why was he going fast?
    He decided that going fast was a sort of exultation. He didn’t always feel like going fast, and, sometimes, when he did feel like it, he just did, while he still could.

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