I somehow managed to get to the gym tonight and have a fairly good workout, despite the fact that I desperately wanted to pull over and take a nap while driving there.
After dragging my ass to the gym, I decided to stop at Trader Joe's. I needed almonds, among other things, since my fucking pistachios might have a touch of salmonella. There I am, waiting in line, giving the person in front of me a bit of space, since I'm occasionally not an asshole (I'm a big believer in personal space, so do unto others and shit, right?). And while I'm standing there, this goddamn old fart sidles up in front of me with his cart and proceeds to put his stuff on counter.
What the fuck, Grandpa? You're sucking up all of my Social Security. The least you could do is wait your damn turn.
I was mildly shocked and fairly pissed, but I didn't say a word. I didn't even make a sarcastic remark to the guy who eventually rang me up. He's fairly old, too, you see. They're probably in cahoots. Not cursing him out counts as my good deed for the day, by the way.
Actually, I can't even be mad at the geezer. He's doing exactly what I plan to do. I'm going to be a huge asshole when I get old. Seriously. I'm going to cut in line, steal shit and tell young people off all the time.
It's gonna be sweet.