Don't you just hate it when you trek through three different grocery stores in search of a particular part of the chicken which you are feeling like it's the only thing that you feel like eating on this particular evening. And each meat section is well stocked with every fresh chicken part, except for the specific one that you are on a special mission to seek out ..... in this case, (don't laugh .... OK go ahead and laugh) chicken hearts. And then just to add another little bit of angst to the matter, your car is making an odd noise that you're uncomfortable with and the dealership couldn't locate the problem today when you were in for an oil change and a few other things and that will be $193 please and everything looks great but you may have to come back in soon if the noise continues and some kid almost runs you over on his bicycle while pedaling recklessly and out of control through the parking lot of one of your grocery stops and some other old dude (like yourself) is cursing out the driver of the car that's apparently in hot pursuit of the kid on the bike, for driving through the pedestrian loading lane that he is walking through and nearly clipping the old dude on foot ..... and then as you emerge from said store, resigned to a chicken heartless evening, the car alarm on the automobile parked next to you is blaring away with it's annoying, headache rendering tones and you wonder if people are looking at you suspiciously thinking that maybe you're the one that set it off while trying to break into the uber hip Prius, which probably isn't making that semi-worrisome noise that your car is making.
And on top of that, the Yankees blew a four run lead tonight and lost in the tenth inning on a walk-off, opposite field home run that hit the foul pole. (Or is it the fair pole?)
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