Well, it's still Tuesday, CST.
REALLY REALLY struggling with coming off the anti depression meds.
I would tell Y'all about my day except I don't want to hear about it again.
*shrug*
So, I will share the following highlights from my day, buffet style, instead.
I've been awake since Sunday morning!
We are supposed to have an ice storm here in north central Alabama tomorrow night. I'm gonna make a freezing rain and sleet man in the yard.
I think I saw Nipsey Russell at a vegetable stand today. I know he's dead but I think that was him anyway. He was checking out the potatos.
I went to one of those gas stations today where they come on the intercom and tell you it's prepay or pay at the pump only. Ok. So, I go inside and tell them I want 5 bucks in gas. The silly woman at the counter blinks and tells me that I will have to leave my bank card and then go pump and come back in to sign..... (I haven't slept in DAYS) so I say "Well, ok. I'll play your silly little game." and I go out and I sit there with the danged nozzle in my hand and wait and wait and wait and wait while the dumb pump says "authorizing pump". I'm thinking "Didn't I JUST go in and give this silly woman my card????", So, I start getting squirrely with the pump and just start pushing all the buttons and even reached my hand up to where the nozzle sits and pushed THAT up and then pushed more buttons.
Nothing.
Pushed "call attendant"
Nothing.
Oh mercy. Now I was gettin' a little irritated.
I'm NOT going friggin back in there to remind her that I was JUST in her silly little store and she is in possession of my bank card and can she PLEASE turn ON the pump?????
In the name of humanity??????
A dim lightbulb went off over my Randy head.
I hung up the dump pump handle, put the cap back on my car, got in my Honda, fired 'er up, hit the gas and was saying "Well, hee hee, they lost MY business!!!!!!" and was going to drive to the next station in sweet American glory, and as I began to drive off I remembered that my BANK CARD was still inside...... so I kinda just "casually" swung the front of my car into the next line of pumps.....my tires squealing, sweat running down my Randy head in the cold air....
I leap out, downright hostile now to the silly station and to the silly woman inside who was in control of my silly life and sanity at this point with her silly little authorization button and I finally pumped the damn gas. OK. NOW my car was in VIEW of the silly woman so she just flipped my pump right on..... thanks! thanks! thanks!
I go inside and I now had to wait in line behind a bunch of men who knew this silly woman and wanted to "chit chat" with her about all kinda of trivia and minutia and I was heading towards a "Postal" type of meltdown. I finally got up to the counter of the silly store and this silly woman looks at me and says "Well, I guess you changed pumps." like SHE is irritated with ME!!!!!!!!
I had the mad Randy tomato face by this point and I was wanting to say "Well, Yeah! I mean I wanted to spend 15 friggin minutes buying 5 bucks worth of your silly gas . Golly! I guess I did! Wadda ya friggin know, Skippy????????""
SOMEHOW, the peace of the sweet sweet Lord washed over me and saved the silly woman from getting clocked across her silly woman head with a Yoo Hoo and a can of Poppycock cuz I just said "Ok. Yeah, I did."
I signed and left, vowing to NEVER go to that station again!!!!
and I was back there two hours later buying a Gatoraid.
Some protest!
