Saturday, June 02, 2012
A woman in the parking lot at Sam's saw me waiting for her parking spot and proceeded to stand at the back of her SUV and FOLD the eight shirts she bought in Sam's (while her daughter walked her basket to the basket holding area) before pulling out of the parking space. If you've ever parked at Sam's, you know that me leaving to find another good parking place was not an option. Would a court have convicted me for running over her? I don't think so.
People in Sam's would not move out of my damn way...including Sam's employees. When I got aggravated at one point and went around a bunch of people who wouldn't move, a lady actually gave me a dirty look. I got a dirty look because I didn't want to stand around with a bunch of morons who were dumbfounded about clearing a Sam's aisle traffic jam. Whatever, rude lady.
After checking out at Sam's, I waited in line (6 people in front of me) to buy a Sam's hot dog (always delicious, by the way...hence my willingness to wait...$1.70 for drink and hot dog) and, when I finally got to the front of the line, I was told they were out of hot dogs. It was lunch time and they were out of hot dogs. Makes sense, right?
Since I couldn't get my hot dog, I drove to Kentucky Fried Chicken and was told that I get a drink with my meal. I ordered lemonade and...guess what...they were out of lemonade. Since I didn't want anything with caffeine due to my aggravation level being already off the charts, I would have told her to forget about giving me a drink, but I had the feeling that would have blown her mind. So, she gave me water.
Yesterday afternoon at McDonald's, I ordered Chicken McNuggets. They asked what sauce I wanted. I said Sweet and Sour. When I got to the window, the girl said, "Sorry, we're out of Sweet and Sour. I gave you ketchup." She handed me my bag and returned to taking orders. Uh. Thanks? How about one of the other six choices, lady? Ketchup?
Also in the last two days, people running stop signs and not using blinkers are trying to kill me. I'm convinced of it.
I'm not leaving my house again until I have to go to work Monday morning. Maybe my bad mojo will be gone by then.