I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE...When people waste my time. Today, I had to visit one of my least favorite places, that infinite money suck called a "gas station". I pulled up behind a truck and a small car that were already parked, so I figured that they would pull forward fairly quickly and I would be able to drive up, pump gas, and be on my merry way as usual. WRONG. The truck directly in front of me had two guys in it and while one guy went to the restroom, the other proceeded to just stand there and stare at the gas pump as if willing it to do the job itself; the pair didn't start actually filling up their car until the guy in the restroom returned. Really? But, ok, fine, I will let it go. When the two men, only one of which has the brain power to pump gas, are done filling up, I get ready to pull forward. Wong again! The woman driving the small ugly vehicle parked in front of the truck is now actually WASHING her car with the windshield squeegee. No, I'm not kidding. So while the truck and I wait for her to painstakingly wash her entire car with nothing but a sponge on a stick and a paper towel, I make the awful realization that she hasn't even filled up her car yet! All profanities stream from my mouth silently while I waste an entire 20 minutes of my lunch break waiting to get to the gas pump. I mean, seriously, lady? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? And these epic time wasters aren't just lurking at the gas station: they are in line at the grocery store having 15 minute conversations about their amazing trip to Mexico with the checkout guy after they have already been rung up, they're at the GAP spending 10 minutes just corralling their screaming rug-rats before they can finally dig their wallets from their overstuffed, over-sized purses, they're going pee with 40 of their girlfriends in only available stall, they're taking their sweet time to execute the simplest left hand turn so that you have to slow to a halt just so you won't smack into them as they tentatively pause before finally deciding that that seemingly normal left hand turn is definitely safe. THEY ARE EVERYWHERE! Isn't life just dandy for these people who have no need for that silly thing called time, and can dilly dally around as their heart so pleases. Yeah, just dandy. I on the other hand, do not have this kind of time. I have a job to go back to, floors to clean, dinner to cook, a dog to walk, friends to hang out with, laundry to do, and deadlines to make. I don't have time to be futzing around running the day's errands. So seriously people, look behind you when you're taking your sweet time in line. If you see a girl looking at you like fire is about to spew from her eyes, that's me! Nice to meet you! Now, get out of my way!
As steaming angry as this all makes me...
I love...
Unicorns. I have spent all day trying to come up with a silver lining to this, something that will make me feel less like braking people's fingers and more like skipping down the sidewalk, but I can't think of one! The only possible silver lining is when the grocery store checker realizes how frustrating the woman taking 10 whole minutes to write one check has made you and gives you the flowers you were buying yourself for free. Mostly, however, the only thing I can do to is try to think of rainbows and puppies (like my cutie pie pictured above) and unicorns and just try to forget about it. Grrrrrr.
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