Have you ever had one of those days where it feels like you only have one nerve - and everyone is on it?
Believe it or not, I'm in a relatively good mood. People just irritate me today. For instance, I went to the post office to mail a package. I don't usually have to stand in line at my post office because the town's so small, but sure enough there were three people in front of me. Of the three, two of them didn't speak English and our postal gal doesn't speak Spanish, so it's always fun. The first of the two immigrants threw his envelopes on the counter along with his money and expected the postal gal to not only get him stamps but put them on the envelopes, count his money and give him change. He didn't say anything, but from the way he was standing, his meaning was clear. The second was a lady with a bazillion money orders to buy, plus stamps. (If you don't live in an area with a high illegal immigrant populous, they use money orders because you have to have ID to get a bank account.) She didn't understand when the amount was given, and I swear she stood there for five minutes staring at the little screen trying to figure out how much money to pay. Ummm, ya.
And then I get to the grocery store, and not one but three different cars were parked stupid. Good thing I have a little car and can squeeze in between people who don't know how to park. Then I come out and the original three idiots have been replaced by two more. I had to suck in my boobs just to climb into my car. I'm not one of those flatsy dolls, people. Come on.
Plus, while I'm in the grocery store another couple of non-English speaking ladies with their gaggle of unruly children had taken over the store. Every aisle I turned down, there they were, with their kids running up and down, knocking things over and/or screaming at the top of their lungs. I shop in the mornings because usually it's quiet and relaxing. Not today. Ack.
So, needless to say, I was in a grouchy mood when my husband came home for lunch. I hate being in a bad mood when he comes home. He works too damn hard to come into a house of turmoil. So I faked it.
Now I'm just sitting here trying to chill out.
Usually I'm a pleasant enough person, but I can only stretch so far before I snap - and that elasticity is getting tighter by the year. I thought for sure I wouldn't be crotchety for at least another 20 years. Good thing I rarely have to leave my house.
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