That would be me today. Pardon me while I unburden... The pissyness actually began this weekend when I noticed the onset of another one of those malevolent mystery maladies I'm subjected to, to wit: periodic gum infections. The last time I had one such was back in April but they seem to strike me every three or four months or so. The pain isn't debilitating, it's just annoying. So we phoned in a request for antibiotics to our favorite dentist, and said request was fulfilled promptly and cheerfully (one of two bright spots in my otherwise dismal day). We then trotted our ol' ass off to Wally-world for to fill the scrip... mainly coz the Cannon Airplane Patch pharmacy is CLOSED today, for the monthly training day. But of course!
So we get to Wally-World just as the pharmacy is closing for lunch. Perfect timing, in other words. We then returned home to have a beer and adjust our attitude, not wanting to spend an hour and a half waiting on those hard-ass benches in the pharmacy waiting area. We return to Wally-World after about an hour and proceed to wait 45 fucking minutes while our scrip is filled. Let me reiterate: 45 FUCKING MINUTES. I have no idea WHY it takes that long to put 21 pills in a small brown bottle, but it does. And then we returned home, drugs in hand.
I was going to entertain you with a "People of Wal-Mart" pic, but discretion got the better o' me. I noticed this 60-sumthin' woman at the pharmacy window while I was patiently (heh) waiting for my prescription to be filled... with a gawd-awful tattoo on her calf. I just sat there and thought "Jeezus" while marveling at the sight. It's come to pass... we have old wimmen walking around in public with tasteless tats on full display. I've lived too damned long.
But, hey. We're home, the WX is moderate, and we've knocked back a couple o' beers and might do one more before Happy Hour is over. We're fully adjusted, which is to say we're no longer pissy. But we WERE, Gentle Reader... oh, yes... we WERE. Oh. The other bright spot? We received a new shipment o' cigars today (Drew Estate Kuba Kubas), so the humidor is fat again and we are pleased. And we're smokin' one, as we speak.