Only there are 10 lines open and every single one of them is this long. We pick the 20 items or less line, thinking it will move faster. Oh, joyous rapture, there are 2 guys in front of us, that are of the "we are going to talk to each other and pretend we don't see the line moving forward" Talk about tunnel vision.
I was in no fracking mood for their little game. I was getting irate. Mr. Dazee was warning me to be nice. It got to the point where the person in front of them was paying for their stuff, and these guys still hadn't moved up to the thing you put your items on, and were still talking. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer.
In my not so very nice Dazee voice, I said
"Are you guys going to move up or what??"
For a minute they ignored me, then, as if a little bird flew over their heads and told them to look, they looked ahead and said, sorry.
Sorry? I've been without power and air conditioning for well over 24 hours, I'm tired, I smell like I've been sitting around a camp fire all week, I don't want to be around a bunch of nincompoops, I want to get home, get out of my bra, and relax. Just move your fracken butts and get out of my way!!!!!!
Then, in all things Murphy's Law, the power came on just as we were unloading our fridge into the coolers.
I might just need to hurt someone!