Monday did not fail me today.
Woke up late. About an hour and 20 minutes late. Good thing Allie likes to be fed on schedule and will stop at nothing to wake my ass up in the morning. I had about 10 minutes to do what usually takes an hour or more. That was fun. [/lie]
Drove 45 minutes in the wrong direction to bring my car to another, yes another, mechanic to diagnose my freakin car. Thankfully a coworker has a hookup and it didn't cost me anything.
Turns out it IS the damned distributor. *shakes angry fists* So even though I get paid on Friday I can consider myself baroque.
Drove the near two hours home in frustratingly slow traffic and with my last 5 bucks only wanted to make one last stop for spaghetti sauce so that I may feast tonight on something other than vegetables and fruit. WEEEEEEEE!
Grabbed a pleasing can and walked my sorry behind to the express lane to expedite my glorious evening of pastaliciousness. I get behind a couple who not only had more than ten items, (yes I counted) but through the devil's will became the most annoying couple on the face of the planet.
It was as though the vision of my withering before their very eyes suddenly made them realize they needed to double check every price.
Then came the soy milk. The two very last items on their agenda. Two half gallons of unsweetened, plain soy milk for which they swear there was a sign labeling them as 1.79.
The problem? They rung up at 3.09 a pop. "Price Check!" All would have been fine had the price checker been even remotely near the store and not , what I can only assume, was Antarctica by the length of time it was taking to get the damned thing.
I stood there with my sauce, I'm sure looking quite annoyed, and woefully cried inside. I just wanted out of the damned store! I just wanted some sauce!
Now, far be it from me to keep a man from his 2.60 he'd save by paying the sale price, but sweet mother they call it fucking EXPRESS for a reason!!! ARG.
After what seemed an eternity the sauce was mine.
Now I don't feel like making spaghetti at all.
Woke up late. About an hour and 20 minutes late. Good thing Allie likes to be fed on schedule and will stop at nothing to wake my ass up in the morning. I had about 10 minutes to do what usually takes an hour or more. That was fun. [/lie]
Drove 45 minutes in the wrong direction to bring my car to another, yes another, mechanic to diagnose my freakin car. Thankfully a coworker has a hookup and it didn't cost me anything.
Turns out it IS the damned distributor. *shakes angry fists* So even though I get paid on Friday I can consider myself baroque.

Drove the near two hours home in frustratingly slow traffic and with my last 5 bucks only wanted to make one last stop for spaghetti sauce so that I may feast tonight on something other than vegetables and fruit. WEEEEEEEE!
Grabbed a pleasing can and walked my sorry behind to the express lane to expedite my glorious evening of pastaliciousness. I get behind a couple who not only had more than ten items, (yes I counted) but through the devil's will became the most annoying couple on the face of the planet.
It was as though the vision of my withering before their very eyes suddenly made them realize they needed to double check every price.

The problem? They rung up at 3.09 a pop. "Price Check!" All would have been fine had the price checker been even remotely near the store and not , what I can only assume, was Antarctica by the length of time it was taking to get the damned thing.
I stood there with my sauce, I'm sure looking quite annoyed, and woefully cried inside. I just wanted out of the damned store! I just wanted some sauce!

Now, far be it from me to keep a man from his 2.60 he'd save by paying the sale price, but sweet mother they call it fucking EXPRESS for a reason!!! ARG.

After what seemed an eternity the sauce was mine.
Now I don't feel like making spaghetti at all.



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Now this could be really fun.
[Edited on Jul 01, 2004 4:00AM]