Because I don't want things to escalate. . .

Took my usual shopping trips today and aside from spotting Gingerbread Marshmallows (which made my day and clearly came home with me), there were two incidents that pissed me off.

First, I was at Walgreens to pick my prescription refill up and was told that I couldn't take it I needed to wait. I had to wait for the pharmacist to talk to me AGAIN about the ExpressScripts scenario. REALLY!?!?! I have already heard about this and now I've got to wait 10 more minutes every time my prescriptions refilled? No thanks. I'm officially transferring my prescriptions now. Bye-Bye Walgreens.

I hit Ralph's next and had no problem, but then I went to Trader Joe's. I got my two items and headed to the two express lanes. Both had two ladies in each line, so I got behind a lady with a small rolling cart full of more than 15 items. The other line moved faster and just as the lady was going to be able to go to either line, so put her cart in the empty line and left. She went back into the store to find another item. One of the lines got empty and the cashier looked up.

Cashier: Is that your cart?

Me: No, it's some lady that went back to shop.

Cashier: Oh, well, I'm sorry. I gotta wait for her. I don't want things to escalate further.

Me: Giving pissed off look to cashier.


What the hell? I don't recall doing anything to "start" things to a point that would escalate it. Plus, what's this bullshit about being able to leave your cart in line whenever you want to dash for more shopping and I'm supposed to wait? The lady was gone a full 4 minutes before getting back to her cart. I think next time I'm at Trader Joe's, I'm just going to put an empty cart in line and then run around the store and put items in the cart until I'm at the front and it's my turn. I hope the cashier keeps my spot as to not risk escalating the situation among others.

"C'mon, man, It's Friday Night"

Chef and I typically sleep with our windows open (at least the bedroom window). We prefer it to be a little chilly and air doesn't circulate that well naturally in our place. (Side note: One thing I appreciated about IU was the roommate move-in survey they made you take in the dorm where one of the questions was: what temperature do you prefer the room to be when you fall asleep?)

Last night I was sound asleep when I heard what sounded like a skateboard running across the sidewalk outside our window. It wouldn't normally be enough to wake me up considering the street outside our window is busy and kinda loud at all time of day and night. So, the sound of what I thought was a skateboard was accompanied by screams of delight. I got out of bed to investigate and found three grown, but drunk, guys taking turns riding an abandoned shopping cart on the sidewalk.

There were a couple of problems with this scenario: 1) They were literally 20 feet or less away from our open window, 2) They were screaming at the top of their lungs, and 3) it was 3:30 a.m.

By the third time they did this, they had woken Chef up and he was also pissed. He walked over to the window and shouted "Hey, guys, shut the fuck up." I was proud of his eloquence and composure at 3:30.

And out of one of the guys mouth's (who was sitting in the shopping cart, by the way) "C'mon, man, it's Friday night" with an Australian accent. Chef replied with "no, it's Saturday morning and I've got to get up in a few hours."

To the guys' credit, they abandoned the cart once again and left with no more noise. They were very clearly drunk, but still even drunk, I would think that yelling 20 feet away from about 50 apartments would not be a good idea.

And a short time later, Chef and I went back to sleep. He was, and remains, my hero. And I'm willing to bet a few of our neighbors were thanking him too.