I hate meddlers. I really do.
August 11th, 2015
So me and the rabbit, we're hanging out here all alone today, what with the sexy other having traveled to Florida to visit her family. Yes, I mentioned a rabbit, and there's a story there, but I'll get back to that. Anyway, what with my generally being unable to cook, save for one or two things that might loosely be described as 'a frozen pizza', I thought I'd grab a bit of deli meat and some bread.
This should've just been a simple in-and-out affair, where I just grab what I need and get out as soon as possible. Oh, I know what you're thinking, stupid Denny ran into a traffic jam inside the Kroger again, and is going to whine about that. Actually, that wasn't the case, and the only thing inside the store that was vexing was the deli department's pick-a-number wheel exploding when I tried to use it.
But I dealt with that.
No, what irked me was that on my way into the store, some random woman felt the need to screech at me. "I HOPE YOU HAVE A BETTER DAY. GOD BLESSSSSsss!" I'm sorry, but I was having a good day, which made me realize what was going on. You see, I am not a redhead, but I have redheads in my family tree. This is why I tend to catch fire when showing too much skin on sunny days, for example.
However! I was wearing pants for once. I know, right? But since the sun was blazing right over the Kroger, and I had to walk right towards it, my eyes were not open wide. I was, how do you say, squinting. This was compounded a bit by the fact that I had eyelid surgery a few weeks ago, and there's a story there, too, so you know.
I probably had the whole Brock from Pokémon ™ thing going on.
But so what? Why does someone feel the need to a) assume I'm in a foul mood simply because I'm not wearing a rictus and beaming all wide-eyed at the world, and b) subsequently invoke their invisible space boogeyman at me, thinking that somehow, this will magically make me all better? No, what this has done is put yet another dent in my already abysmal self-image.
And reminded me of all the other times that this has happened, the most notorious of which being my encounter with the insane owner of a comic book store here in Dayton. This being the sociopathic nutjob teabagger who whined about my review of his store, and then watched the video of me being there over and over in some attempt to dig up 'dirt' on me. Or something something crazypants.
Which is, yeah, yet another story I guess.
So anyway, uh, thanks for raining on my parade and dreding up bad memories, you lousy busybody!