It was Saturday evening, and I was tired. We had been running errands for hours in the drizzly cold and I looked and felt like crap. But, of course, on our way home, L wanted to make one.last. stop.
Bed Bath and Beyond. L’s favorite store ever. That’s all I really need to say about that.
I like Bed Bath and Beyond. I do. But there is so much shit crammed into that place, it’s kinda…overwhelming, to say the least. It’s also a black hole of money wasting products. A special applicator that applies lotion to the hard-to-reach spots on your back? I’m not joking. If that tickles your fancy, they actually sell them there.
Anyway, the place was mobbed, but I was excited because I found a nail polish color I had been looking for for months. Score! L didn’t find what he was originally looking for, so I got in the twenty five mile long line and waited to purchase my one teeny tiny bottle of nail polish (armed with my 20% off coupon, of course). I was in line directly behind a family that was dressed to go to a black tie wedding. I’m talking ballgown, jewels, husband in tux, the whole nine yards. The wife kept trying to be the center of attention by prancing around, talking loudly, and swishing her clip-on hair side to side. Whoppedeedoo for you, lady. Congratulations, you’re the belle of the Bed Bath and Beyond ball.
Did I mention I wasn’t in the mood?
After the family was done buying a wedding card and a $30 gift card (I really hope that wasn’t their whole wedding present), I got to the register and the checkout person was a dude I went to high school with.
I thought he looked familiar, but wasn’t going to say anything, because I’m chicken shit. But, of course, he recognized me.
We chatted for a quick minute, because there was a mob of thousands of heated customers waiting to melt me with their death stare if I caused any sort of hold up at the register.
Apparently, I look exactly the same as I did in high school. He, on the other hand, looked like he was about forty five years old. It was strange, and I couldn’t wait to get out of there with my teeny tiny bottle of nail polish and go hide in my car.
Why do the strangest things happen when you look and feel like crap? You run into random people. It feels like everyone has been put on this earth to piss you off. Murphy’s Law is in full effect.
Life is weird like that.
L and I spent the rest of the weekend nesting. Our condo is finally starting to feel like a home, as opposed to a frat house. We’ve only lived here for three years or so.
How was your weekend?