Solo Hazards

I live in a smallish 1-br apartment with my cats. It's probably a good think I live alone, there is hardly room for my stuff as it is. But one of the drawbacks is when you're not feeling chipper, there is nobody to back you up.

I was out of yogurt, chicken broth and some other essentials, so I went to the grocery store. I did my shopping, slowly, and when it was my turn, some other checker came by, and gave the one on the checkout lane her keys. The check-out clerk started into this long dissertation of where she thought she had left her keys and where she had looked.

I felt like shit.

I was about thirty seconds away from yelling: "I've got a cold or the flu, lady. I am leaning heavily on this buggy, not because I am lazy, but because I have very little energy. So unless you want to see me pass out, barf all over your fraking work station or both, I suggest that you shut the frak up about your goddamn keys and check out my fraking groceries, you stupid cow!"

But I didn't. I kept my cool.