If you guessed Christmas music… ding, ding, ding, you are right.

I was grocery shopping today and the only annoying music on their stores system was Christmas music. It made me want to shove a carrot right into someone’s eye. Then compounded with the slow poke shoppers, it makes for wonderful ingredients of someone going postal for no reason whatsoever.

At what age do you feel obligated to butt in line? 50, 60, 70? Had I noticed this older guy in line next to me, I would have probably let him go seeing his time here on earth is probably limited. But before I knew it, he had taken it among himself to step in front of me. WTF? Now, I know in the overall scheme of things, I probably waited an extra minute in line. Should I get so pissed at little things like that? Probably not. But I can’t help myself. Women can blame getting pissed or being irrational on PMS or the day of the week or anything else they feel like putting the blame on for their pissy moods. What do guys have to blame their moods on? I had a late soccer game last night that our team lost 2-1, but I wasn’t really pissed about that. I went to bed kind of late and woke up early, but I regularly do that too. It’s a nice but cold day, so nothing to complain there about. So, I have decided to blame my shitty mood on Country music and Christmas. Fuck them both!