Pet Peeve time...

Now as it's Saturday and my 'other' job has kicked in (taking care of everything else I didn't do this week) I was out and about. Bubba is at work. 'nuf said.

So Bank for the ladies' group, kinkos for a quick copy, post office (holy smokes!!) "quick" book and letter mailing -- parking was the biggest issue... I LOVE that automated machine! Anywho... last stop was the grocery store. Now like a good doobie I made a list, planned my meals for the week because frankly I have discovered it 1) makes evenings go smoother 2) eliminates the freezer dump of here eat this and 3) I don't have to go the grocery store every blasted night and refrain from murdering some idiot with a basket full of stuff in the self-checkout-express lane...ahem.

Now I got my stuff, a few extra things I noticed we were out of and I was outta there... now it's Saturday so I mellow, got no where to go, no rush, no muss no fuss. Didn't even roll my eyes when I wasn't paying attention and got behind the man with the oxygen tank with him. He bought his meat separately, paid cash, then did the rest of his order. No idea WHY - but frankly wasn't very interested to figure it out. Now he gets all checked out, I get all checked out, heading to family truck-ster and while loading up my haul I hear shouted, "Oh man! Oh Son ofa" There sat in a dirty black mustang a person smoking with the window down, their handicapped decal on the rear view mirror while a runaway buggy hit their car. Now when I looked over and then realized it was a woman.. (think Pat) She got out of car, then I saw the old man with the oxygen tank - it was his buggy that got away from him. Now she ranted and raved and frankly from my vantage point the car didn't look damaged and frankly neither did she.

But she continued to talk in a loud voice expressing her displeasure over the issue, now the peeve is on several levels, first you saw this thing coming and you had to figure the old man with the oxygen wasn't going to be quick enough to grab it. Get your lazy backside out of the car and save your own car! Second - there was nothing wrong with this person sitting in the handicapped space - shame on you. Third, you were just rude! Its a freaking car, go WALK to the auto parts store and get some buffer - all the dirt saved the scratch... Stuff happens honey get over yourself. Now if that had been Bubba he would have been pissy about his auto as well but I know he wouldn't have yelled at some poor soul with an oxygen mask and moving slow... at least while I was there. ;-)

Second bizarre thing today, I went into a smoothie place, I have to be careful for this not to become a habit - these are good, supposed to be good for you, but pricey. Now I walk in I get welcomed loudly, I stare at the board trying to find something sans the stupid strawberry, then perky Patty the manager comes over and asks if I'm confused and she'd be happy to explain the menu board to me. Now I stand there thinking, sweetie I can read and cipher, I get it, but I let her show me how it works, on the up side I discovered I can substitute the dreaded strawberry out of something for another fruit. OK fine, so not worth the 3 minute menu breakdown from Perky Patty the manager (PP for short)

So, I place my order, there are 3 people in the store, you order in place A, pay in place B so you have the 'opportunity' to shop all the other crap they have laying about. Thank you no, just my fruit, juice and ice please. So I pay, lucky me it's PP. "Did you find everything OK?" It was a six foot walk honey I'm good. I am the last customer to get their smoothie - and still the idiot kid behind the counter had to shout my name and my order. Really? Was the needed?

Errands are done, computer stuff is done, peeve has been vented and now I'm off to fight with the pups while I clip their nails, and gather laundry. Then it's dinner time... Oh SO coming back as a man in my next life... Stay tuned. Sunday could promise to be almost as exciting. ;-)

Life in the 'burbs... golly and gee whiz already.