So, I'm feelin a little vaporish this morning. I know I have like a billion things to be thankful for, but I'm not irritated about those things so here come the complaints:
1. It is abominably cold in Roanoke, VA. And they tell me it only gets colder: ugh. (on the bright side I did purchase the most outrageous woolly hat ever! and I actually get to wear it here)
2. Dear Men, Please cool it w/ the cologne/after shave. If there is a dense cloud of smell surrounding you, if you walk through a park and birds drop dead out of the trees around you, or if my eyes well up w/ tears just being on the same grocery aisle as you - YOU HAVE TOO MUCH SMELLY CRAP ON!!! I would call you gay, but even gay dudes know better! You want just an enticing hint of manly smell, leave the women wanting more, instead of just wanting you to vacate the premises. Sheesh!
3. If you have to go on WIC or some other welfare program b/c you can't afford your food/health care here's an idea: STOP PROCREATING! I got behind a women at the grocery yesterday who was paying w/ WIC (insert groan here), and she had three kids. I find the whole WIC program utterly obnoxious. It takes forever to use those stupid little checks they hand out, the people have to make separate purchases, and the items have to match the check description exactly. Ex. WIC check says: 1 gal whole milk. There are no substitutions, no half-gallons, no 2%, no organic.
While this women was not flaunting her inability to pay, occasionally I get behind those using WIC or EBT to pay who do. The other day I got behind a women whose WIC check wouldn't clear b/c she had crumpled it up in her sweaty little hand for too long making it illegible. Translation: I had to wait 30 minutes in line behind her while she made the cashier run it through 18 times til the computer finally gave up and took it.
All the while I'm getting more and more annoyed thinking, "Not only as a tax paying citizen am I paying for your food, but now I am made to suffer/wait excruciatingly long times in line behind you, while my irritation builds." This just gives me more time to examine her person: designer jeans, fake french nails, and dyed hair (ok, admittedly, I wouldn't have paid money for the hair job, so it was prolly an at home kit), but still! I do not own a pair of designer jeans nor can I afford to get my nails done at a minimum price of $35 a pop, but apparently I can afford to buy her food necessities! Grrrrrr.
I just got out of college where I lived off of overage $5,700 a year! So, I could make myself better, and support my future family as well as those who can't support their own freakin families. So, I get a little irritated (understatement). I no longer frequent either of these groceries as I find the my increase in blood pressure not worth it.
And that my friends concludes my complaint reel . . . I already feel soooo much better after getting that off my chest!