Experiment

I have signed up for The Great Interview Experiment. I am being interviewed by Squeaky Wheel, and I am going to be interviewing Lara. Think this is going to be fun. I will be posting up the results later this week when the interview is done.

In other news... Today's maximum pain in the ass is going to the commissary. Now, I fucking hate shopping. Food shopping less than most, but I hate it nonetheless. Why nor put it off another day? Because it is Thursday, and tomorrow is payday. That translates to "tomorrow and the rest of the weekend that place is going to be a swarm of chaos". Last time I was stupid enough to go on a payday weekend, I was so fucking pissed off when I checked out that I entertained the thought of ramming the shopping cart into several patrons on the way, laughing maniacally like a B movie serial killer.

What had me so ready to start painting targets on other shoppers? Well, the other shoppers... Look prick- I came here to get my shit and go- I don't want to stand there behind you while you catch up on old times with your girlfriend in the middle of the god damned isle. You wanna have a bullshit session- pull it the fuck off the road. Don't stand there talking with your hands, throwing your head back in laughter and having the time of your life, while my fucking ice cream is melting in my cart, you gabby bitch.

Then there is Mrs. Smith- the resident asshat parent. She may be the gabby bitch at the same time- who let's her kid out of the safety of the shopping cart seat to run amuck in the store isles. She spends more time chasing the little shit around then she does shopping.... and when I am walking the aisles, nothing is more nerve wracking than to nearly run down a child acting like a chimp, only to have his mother whip her head around from label reading and then decide to correct him. My fucking favorite was the mom who tried to tell her brat, "Dylan come here!" and the defiant little bastard, I shit you not, said, "NO!" and sat right down. On the floor. In front of my cart. Did dumb bitch come pick him up and put him in the cart? No. She opted instead to continue to try and talk him into standing up and getting out of the shopping traffic.

So, as you can well see, I am no fan of shopping- especially payday weekend- as sheer laws of averages applied to the situation dictate that there will be more stupid bastards out than in the middle of the week. Did yu need me to pick up anything while I'm out?