Return to normalcy

So I spent most of today wishing I was dead. Then I went to Costco and realized, no, I wish everyone else were dead.

Here’s to normalcy again.

I actually called someone a very bad name. Out loud. And very calmly.

I think that if you (a customer) take a pallet full of things and deliberately almost run over a lady’s toes in order to shove in front of her at the self-checkout, you deserve that and so much more.

He didn’t even make eye contact when I said I would have GLADLY let him go in front of me and my two items if he was in that much of a hurry to buy 16 boxes of bottled water.

I got out of that line and into another. And thank God because ****s***** didn’t know how to use the machine. I was long gone before Mr. Personality could find his butt cheeks with both hands and professional assistance.

I wish I hadn’t used the name. But these are the people who are up your butt on the highways and who deserve a smackdown. Can’t we all just get along?

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