OK, it's official, I am indeed having the day from hell. I had just dropped the kids off at school (did I mention it's a "snow day"--meaning approximately 3 snowflakes fell, sending the entire city into a panic--so they started 2 hours late), then dropped by Border's to return a mispackaged Miss Marple set (two of one movie, which I hadn't noticed). Asked two salespeople where the companion book for PBS's "Jewish Americans" was, both of them said they had never heard of it. The second looked it up on the computer and said it wasn't in stock. I decided to look it up, and it was indeed in stock. The saleslady then told me she was too busy and referred me to the manager who, instead of just walking to the screen I already had up with the item on it, went through a several minute rigamarole giving me the third degree on book title, author, release date, blah, blah, blah. He then curtly took me over to the Jewish History section, where they had AN ENTIRE FRIGGING SHELFFUL OF THE DAMNED BOOK. Oy!
Then I stopped at Fred Meyer to pick up a mileage book for one of our cars, was in the store all of 30 seconds and returned to find someone had parked their car literally 1/2 inch away from my driver's side. Absolutely no way for me to even fit in there sideways, let alone open the door. So I get to trundle back in the store and have them announce over the PA that the owner of the car needs to move it. Go back out and wait and about 10 minutes later this daffy little old lady comes out, completely oblivious. I point to how close she is to my car and her retort is, "Well the car next to me was too far over." FIND ANOTHER PARKING SPACE, THEN!!!!!
My head is going to explode.
