I ran errands this morning beginning with the post office. Normally, if I have to interact with postal people I go to a tiny post office way out of my way because the post woman is professional, fun and quick. Today, I had a bunch of things to do in the ville and so I went to our regular post office. Which is where all other post offices send their workers and customers to die.
The line was practically out the door and by the time I left it was. Examples of how my soul was rendered: woman did not know the zip code and then talked on her phone; man wanted to know what denominations of stamps he had in his large envelope because he couldn’t see the tiny print (and he drove there); woman was packing quite adorable baby shower gifts but couldn’t find the tape or the correct box size; woman had about 5 things and a money bag in her hand and I was behind her–she waved to someone in the back–she’s a regular and that locked money bag worried me about how long she was going to take. Finally, someone from the back came out and asked if anyone was dropping off something that was completely ready to go (me) or were picking up parcels. I fell over myself thanking her and sprinted (seriously) out of there.
Then I went to the pet supply store to get Lucy a new scratcher. I was in and out of there in less than 5 minutes. Bliss. The bliss was destroyed by the MORONS who shop at the big box wholesale store. I always have a straight-forward list when I shop there and I pretty much follow the same pattern as I navigate the store. I can get in and out of there in 15 minutes from the time my tire hits the parking lot to the time I pull out of the lot. Except today I discovered an entire section had been moved. It makes sense where the stuff was moved to, but for heaven’s sake. Then I could only buy quart-size storage bags in quantities of 200+. Yeah, I don’t need anything in that quantity. I got behind several packs of people who just stopped in the middle of the aisles. These are the same people who do not signal when driving and drive over the yellow line into my lane. I am convinced these actions are all correlated.
Also, the kid who was following his Morlock mother and grandmother? You did not sniffle, cough or limp. Therefore you are not sick enough to stay home. You weren’t calculating up prices per unit so you weren’t out on a home-schooled practical math exercise. You were truant. Get back in school and study. You do not want to end up like 90% of the bozos who live in this town.