I'm driving to the grocery store this evening, and no less than 30 seconds out of the door I'm engulfed in a rage. Has anyone here ever been on the receiving end of the guppy? This is when you're vehicular offense is met with a pantomime of far-flung fellatio. Well after this geezer prarie dogged the vehicle ahead of him, defiantly refusing to yield to my 15 m.p.h California roll, he greeted me with the aforementioned gesture. And so the day had begun...
Still that wasn't as bad as last week, when a truck driver ran a "2secs in to the yellow" stop light in his semi, and met my wtf wrist motion with a phantom masturbatory F-U. These earthquakes really need to rumble north for the spring. Hay chingado!!!
With all digressions aside, I make my way to the grocery store, as my new sprung New Year's resolution is to become a gourmand of the highest esteem. 2oz of Pure Vanilla Extract for $8? I could buy a sixer of Pyramid Hefe for such coinage! As I'm perusing the various brands at my disposal, some hipster with adipose under-arms harks behind me. "Do you mind moving your basket?" "Uhhhh what the hell lady?", prances in my mind as I kindly give her bulbous exterior thoroughfare to the Entenmann's aisle. This seriously grabbed my goat, as she could have easily pushed my cart aside just as easy as I. Better yet, she could have parked her cart, walked a dozen feet, gathered what she wished to purchase, and moseyed it on back to her basket on wheels, leaving me to deal with the conundrum that I had been dealing with at point of disruption.
Still that wasn't as bad as last week, when a truck driver ran a "2secs in to the yellow" stop light in his semi, and met my wtf wrist motion with a phantom masturbatory F-U. These earthquakes really need to rumble north for the spring. Hay chingado!!!
With all digressions aside, I make my way to the grocery store, as my new sprung New Year's resolution is to become a gourmand of the highest esteem. 2oz of Pure Vanilla Extract for $8? I could buy a sixer of Pyramid Hefe for such coinage! As I'm perusing the various brands at my disposal, some hipster with adipose under-arms harks behind me. "Do you mind moving your basket?" "Uhhhh what the hell lady?", prances in my mind as I kindly give her bulbous exterior thoroughfare to the Entenmann's aisle. This seriously grabbed my goat, as she could have easily pushed my cart aside just as easy as I. Better yet, she could have parked her cart, walked a dozen feet, gathered what she wished to purchase, and moseyed it on back to her basket on wheels, leaving me to deal with the conundrum that I had been dealing with at point of disruption.