Today wasn't an awful day, I mean we've definitely had worse, be it involving deaths in the family, interpersonal arguments or what have you, but man,
overall, most of what happened today was just sort of a pain in the ass.
Specific instances: I left the house in the mid-afternoon to drop off the recycling because we were hip-deep in boxes now that the wife is getting into the
Christmas shopping, as well as the birthday I have next week. I drive across town for some cheap
Mexican food because it sounds good and why not punish my body a little, right? I'm approaching the restaurant when the erratic driving of the guy in the turn lane next to me catches my attention, as he doesn't seem to have
any real idea where they fuck he actually wants to turn. After changing his mind about the first entrance to the restaurant, he rolls casually down to the second one and I move into the lane behind him, wondering aloud what the fuck he has in mind as he continues to roll along almost past the turn in, forcing him to make this weird looping drunk turn into the parking lot. I follow, thinking
"Great, now I gotta sit behind this asshole in the drive-thru that looked empty when we drove past it". Next thing I know, dude's starting to park to the right, away from the building, as if to go inside and eat, then suddenly loops and pulls a hard left to park beside the restaurant, turning to give me hard looks, staring me down as I drive past! I just give him the same look, wondering aloud what the fuck he's staring at, considering his shitty driving? I dunno if the dude saw me use the fuck word in his rear-view mirror while I was puzzling over his intentions in the turn lane or if he just assumed that since I turned in immediately behind him I was following him or something, but what the fuck ever, I cut him a look as I drove past and pulled into the drive-thru because I have other shit to do besides deal with some dumbass kid this afternoon.
Drive-thru woman mumbles something about the lobby before I even get the window rolled down, so I give her the old "Say again?"
"Our drive-thru is closed but you're welcome to come into the lobby to order." My first reaction was of course tonight's post title, but instead I just said "Super. Thanks." and drove away, because cheap
Mexican food wasn't worth this much hassle to me. Seriously, if I wanted the depression of looking at your employees' dead-eyed thousand yard stare, I'd go eat in a prison cafeteria.
I picked up food from
another cheap
Mexican food place instead, (this is
Texas, there's another place every few blocks) just because I was bound and determined to have a burrito before this was all said and done. The food proceeded to nearly fall out of the bag as the woman handed it to me, spilling the half-closed cup of queso
into the bag & over most of the contents, which were thankfully protected in their own styrofoam. So I've now got a bag of queso to manage, but at least it's
in the bag and not on me or the car, so I counted my blessings for at least getting some food at this place and went the hell home.

I ate and watched some television with the wife, then she had to be at one of her organizations for a meeting/event this evening, so I popped in a bad movie to watch that I figured I could ignore while I updated a few things on the
iPhone in the den. I was watching
XXX, the
Vin Diesel actioner from the early 2000's, a film that we own on
DVD and I have absolutely no recollection of ever purchasing. I think we may even have
the sequel in the
Media Closet as well, which is even more confusing, because I have a passing interest in
Diesel as an action star, but the sequel, sans-
Diesel is even less appealing to me. I can only guess that these were in some sort of
DVD lot I picked up from when I was spending a lot of time on
eBay or something, because, my hand to
God, I would've never purchased these films on my own. I watched that and was somewhat shocked to realize that it seemed familiar, hell, I may have even rented that turkey when it first hit video!
I was in the middle of that shame when the previous owner of the house rang our doorbell, picking up a package that'd been delivered this past
Saturday. The wife called her this afternoon to let her know that she needed to come and get it, and she rang to inquire about some
other fucking package that a shipper had said was left here in the middle of last month! I resisted the urge to ask her if she was fucking kidding me and instead assured her that we hadn't seen it, though I pointed out that one of her kids had picked up
something else from our doorstep a few weeks ago; she seemed to think it was a different item.
I continued to
not give a fuck about her stuff, so I mentioned that we'd refused delivery on a few things over the past 8 months or so if I caught the delivery guy, but otherwise she'd been called or we'd dropped the items at her home, which is true for the most part. There was a box of carpet samples that I threw directly into the dumpster in a fit of irritation a few months back, having lived in this house for going on three years and this bitch
still can't get her shit together with the companies she deals with?
The wife would later suggest that I should've offered to let her come inside the house and look around, see if she spotted her fabric, which cracked me up to no end.
"Now ma'am, if you were me: a bored man approaching middle age with an unhealthy amount of free time on his hands, what do you think I would've done with your bolt of fabric? Choose wisely..." **gestures casually around the room and down the hallway**
She mentioned that she would call them back and ask for a tracking number (which means absolutely
dick if a shipper's already delivered the item, so good fucking luck with that, detective) and I told her good luck and sent her on her way.
The really funny thing is, I honestly don't know where the hell her fabric is, but felt like she might not quite believe me because
FedEx said it dumped it wherever. Oh well, I fully place blame on a person who runs a business out of their home and doesn't bother to make good
Goddamned sure that their shippers have the right address, because three years later is just ridiculous to be getting her mail, sorry.
The wife got home with some food, we chilled out in the den, I related my story to her, then we ate and watched
Heroes off the old
TiVo. Midway through my sandwich, the bottom 'permanent' retainer that was put in when I got the braces removed last month popped off completely, because
God hates me and my teeth as well. I'd thought there was a hint of wiggle room in there over the weekend, so earlier today I made an appointment for
Wednesday to get it looked at, but it hadn't really come loose for real. Now I have a jagged piece of glue on the back of one of the lower teeth to probe 'til my tongue is bloody for the next 24 hours before my appointment.
Monday sucked overall, being full of odd irritations.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Annoyance,
Shitty Drivers,
Lunch,
Shitty Service,
iPhone,
Movies,
XXX,
DVD,
Vin Diesel,
Frustration,
Shitty Homeowners,
Television,
Heroes,
Braces,
Retainer,
Fuck My Life