come sail away

full moon, pms. left work early to get an inspection at pep boys, went something like:

me: i have an appointment for a 4.30 inspection.
PB: yeah?
me: it's 4.30.
PB: well he's like really backed up right now, it's going to be a while
me: so not 4.30 then.
PB: well no, like a few hours.
me: no.
PB: can you come back like, some other time when we're not backed up?
me: can i schedule an appointment for sometime when you're not backed up?
PB: sure!
me: ok, then why was i scheduled for today, if you are backed up?
PB: oh um, this happens like all the time, let's reschedule
me: do you even know what the purpose of an appointment is?

then i drove home and got stuck behind the slowest pickup truck ev4r; if it has to do 0.5 mph over speedbumps it must be a bitch offroading. then i almost hit him when we were trying to park because he did that "i'm going to turn right because i want to park left" thing. and i wanted to get out of the car and wait for him to ask me what in tarnation my hurry was and why i nearly reamed him and i really wanted to say, 'because you were driving so slow i thought you were going backwards; my bad.' instead i fumed inside my car before going to the office to replace my lost key (another adventure: 7 pm sunday night, me and kz, walmart hardware dept, duplicate keys made by a twitchy muttering veteran who smelled like pee. then they didn't work on the doors).

red wine, chocolate and uber salty pretzels, you heal all wounds.