Today started off like any typical Monday, train into work, catch up on all my blog buddies weekends’ and walk into work. That’s about where the normalcy ended.
I made a very conscious effort to make a salad today for lunch. When I got to the office, I realized I forgot salad dressing. Fail. Lunch time rolled around and I went with a friend to Grocery, a little gourmet store around the corner from my office in Center City. I found Green Goddess dressing on the shelf for $6. Ehh pricy but worth it, so I bought it and brought it back to the office to give it a whirl, only to find the cap was crusted shut. Gross. So I went to return it and they would not give my cash back even though I was there 15 mintues prior! Last time I will frequent that store since they don’t seem to value their customers enough.
Then the afternoon of work flew by and I left for home. I get home to my neighbor outside waiting to lecture me. Now I must note I am very conscious of what I do and being a respectful neighbor. One of the things I’m most conscious of is how I park in our teenytiny parking lot. There is not a lot of room and so I try to squeeze my little car in while giving courtesy space to others.
I received a first class lecture about how I need to park almost bumper to bumper.
A. My car is still fairly new and I refuse to bang it all up for a tight park job.
B. I almost always street park, and for the 2 days I’ve parked this week in the lot, apparently my parking has not allowed for another car spot. Instead of lecturing me, you could kindly ask me to pull up and I’d gladly do so. (especially after I offered twice).
C. If this neighbor wants to talk pet peeves, we could talk about the massive amounts of crap he has outside and how my urge every week to throw it in the trash has to be suppressed.
Ginger.rage. So instead of losing my temper on him, I went inside and cried. Lamesauce I know. I blame half hormones and half exhaustion.
To clear my bad mood I have resorted to pumpkin coffee and watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. After all, my little petty things are nowhere near as dramatic as their huge petty things ;)
Question of the night: Do you enjoy the housewives for the drama of it all too?