So, why the hell is it that there is ALWAYS more to pack than I think there is going to be ahead of time? Ugh. I’m running around like a chicken with its head cut off here. Speaking of that – does anyone else say that? I think I picked it up from my parents… who did actually keep and slaughter chickens for food when I was a kid. Which leads me to remember a time when my dad actually chased me around the yard with a chicken-head on a stick. I was about 4. He thought it was hilarious. I? Was terrified. Just another look into what made me into the fine woman I am today!

On a completely unrelated note, I wanted to rant for a minute about something that seriously peeves me. I HATE IT when people in a parking lot sit in their cars behind someone else who is planning on leaving soon. HATE WITH A PASSION. These asshats feel that their inability to drive around and find a different space – one which they may actually have to WALK A BIT from – is reason enough to make the people leaving feel rushed. Not to mention the people trying to use the damn parking lot aisle to drive somewhere else – oh hell no! If you want to go anywhere on that aisle now, you’re just going to have to queue up behind Mr. or Mrs. ASSHAT and wait until they park their lazy, fat ass in their most desired parking spot.

And I’m sorry if you are one of the people in question here, but, seriously, if you do this, look at your head… you are NO DOUBT wearing your ass for a hat.

And this is not because I don’t like helping people – I used to flag down people in the parking lot when I was about to leave work and had parked in a desirable spot. It’s about the huge sense of entitlement and disgusting laziness I see displayed in the people who do this. The only reason I can think of that excuses this behavior is a need to park close because of some type of physical illness/infirmity/handicap. But, most often, when I see them park and get out they are all perky and youthful, and clearly not handicapped.

Not physically, anyway.