How many things can go wrong in an hour?

5:10 p.m. Gas pump wouldn't take my debit card.

5:12 p.m. Had to move to another gas pump and it wouldn't take my debit card either.

5:13 p.m. Had to walk to glass attendant cage which totally pissed me off.

5:13 p.m. Rude chick in glass attendant cage took her sweet time counting her money drawer just to piss me off some more.

5:18 p.m. Old lady, her daughter and grandson hogged the cereal aisle and every third aisle I tried to shop on in the grocery store.

5:28p.m. When I was ready to leave, every checkout lane had at least two people with full baskets in line.

5:30 p.m. When I was loading my groceries onto the conveyor belt, I noticed that my bag of Giant Cheetos (which I STILL haven't tasted), had evidently already been opened and taste tested by some jokester and Giant Cheetos spilled onto the conveyor belt.

5:31 p.m. When I handed the bag of opened Cheetos to the cashier and told her that I hadn't opened the bag she asked, "Do you want me to throw them away?"

5:31:05 p.m. I told the cashier WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE, "Well, I don't think anyone's going to want to eat them."

5:31:07 p.m. The cashier didn't see the humor in my statement, acted like it was my fault that she had to put the Cheetos in the throw-away bin and proceeded to carry on a conversation with the bagger guy and to totally ignore me while checking my groceries.

5:41 p.m. My debit card wouldn't work to pay for my groceries.

5:51 p.m. When I got home, construction guys were blocking my driveway. I had to park in front of my house and carry my groceries in through the front door instead of right into my kitchen from the garage all while trying to distract the dog and keep him from running out the front door.

If you lost count, that's twelve.