If there was any doubt that I was cranky it was erased by a trip to Target. I was the second person in line, the ten items or less line. A simple concept, the ten items or less line.
It was created to help speed the checkout process. It was created so that people who wanted to just run in to pick up a couple of items could do so. It is an incentive that says you don’t have to wait to shop until you have a huge laundry list of items.
Today I only had three items to pick up, but after having undergone a day in which it felt I had survived the 12 Tasks of Hercules I was not inclined to wait long. I didn’t have it in me. But as there was only one person in front of me I wasn’t too concerned, until I saw her cart.
Call me cranky, call me anal, call me what you will but I knew with a glance that she had 11 items in her cart. Eleven freaking items, not 10, but 11 and if you counted the 12 pack of Pepsi it was so far over the limit to be ridiculous.
I was almost apoplectic, but I managed to take a deep breath and reel myself back in. It really wasn’t worth getting upset about nor did it require spitting blood and breathing fire. Those were things for earlier in the day, but is a story for a different time.