...ok, so after my pity thread, i went to the grocery store to pick up some stuff for the wiff, i walk up to the check out, the "open" light is clearly lit, i start putting my stuff on the conveyor and the dingy fuckin' broad that's running the register says "sorry sir, this lane is closed" and i'm like "but the light is on" she says "oh, sorry" and turns it off then goes on her break...wtf??? the manager comes out and says "i'll ring you out" and i'm like "the friggin' light was on when i walked up here, she says "i know...sorry" i'm like "wtf is everyone sorry for...just ring me out for chrissakes!!!"
then my wife takes me out to dinner...i did get fish...crab-stuffed haddock...it was awesome...and i didn't choke on any bones...but i did get in a fight...jeezuz...i'm a fuggin' 46 year old cpa with a fucking masters degree, 3 kids and 5 years left on my dang mortgage...and i'm out for a quiet night with my wife...HELLO!! I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A FUCKING FIGHT!!!...some younger, drunk, asshat from the gym that i've had words with before but, he's always kept his distance...well, last night he's got enuff liquid courage i suppose, wants to show his friends he's a big man, starts shit with me, didn't really turn into much but a shouting (him) shoving (me) match before it got kinda broken up...he said he was sorry...i said don't worry about it...and maybe don't drink so much.
jeezuz...i can hardly wait for my 47th birthday...i'll prolly get hit by a log truck or something.