We're having poker night tonight. That requires food and beer for some very large men. I tend to get myself in a tizzy over company, but today I wanted to slap the shit out of a stock boy at Wal-Mart today. Dear Lord, help me. He had boxes in front of the entire meat aisle, and apparently it was everyone in a motorized scooter and wheelchair day. And it was not saying excuse me but just follow silently behind me day. And inventory day. I gave up. I grabbed the playing cards out of my buggy and left the rest of it in front of the eggs. I was done.
I went to Sam's. I couldn't find a muffin tin at Wally World. Not one. But Sam's has excellent kitchen supplies so I head on over. Um, no. I thought I would see what was going on in the pet supply section, and an older gentleman was struggling with his large bag of cat litter. I offered to help him and he did not say anything. He just turned his back away from me. Seriously? So I get some dog food. No muffin tins at Sam's either. I grabbed some Jim and headed to the check out. Realized I didn't feel like dealing with doog food and abandoned cart #2. I chose a line where the girl wasn't old enough to check out booze, so I had to wait for her manager. Which was fine. But by this time I'm a little worn down and while we were waiting I got the absolute most persistent badgering to upgrade my membership and apply for a credit card ever. Heaven help me, just let me get to the parking lot.
Off to Target, because apparently I can't host a poker night without going to Wal-Mart, Sam's and Target. I parked and realized I was just irritated. I channeled my inner
Linda. (She would know what to do.) So I put the truck back in drive and headed for my salon where I had a shampoo and style. Ahhhhh...head massage. back to Target where the store was nice and quiet and I found everything I was looking for in half an hour.
Sometimes you just gotta step back and have your hair done.
