Tried to get in for some tests this morning. Minimum 2 hour wait. Bailed.
Drivers and pedestrians alike seem to have a death wish today. Seriously, you're crossing the street 20 feet away from a crosswalk at an intersection. Go F yourself. I'm not stopping to let you cross you ignorant bastard. By the way, you should get a ticket for jay walking.
Hey, old lady that just ran the red light: Don't worry about it. I saw you coming and I expected it. The kid on the bike trying to cross the street: not so much, but he'll get over it. You missed him. By the way, that light was put there for the sole purpose of helping folks like get across the street from the senior's home to the cultural centre, but I'm sure it's still a surprise to see a traffic light there in the middle of a block. After all, it's only been there for 20 years.
Stopped at the store for bread, tickets, and a guitar mag.
Put the tickets in the mag to carry them home. Got home. Couldn't find the tickets. Looked three times.
Sat down to breakfast... did I mention I had to fast for 12 hours for the tests I couldn't get done?
Egg was like a fucking hockey puck.
Got pissed and walked away.
Went back to the store to see if I left my tickets there. I didn't.
Bought tickets again.
Got home. Made first coffee of the day.
Sat down and flipped through guitar mag again. Found tickets.
So, now I have double the take if I have a winning ticket this weekend, no breakfast, and will likely spend the weekend in the doghouse for being pissy about breakfast.
F you Friday!