I hate cloths shopping...

Why is it that when I TRY and mind my own business I end up getting in more trouble then if I had spouted my mouth off in the first place?

Let me set the scene for you:

Winter is commons and as a productive member of society (cc. I have a job unlike you welfare bastards) it was time for me to get some cold weather cloths so I don't literally freeze to the steel girts Ill be sitting on next week.

Something funny about that, when I applied for this job in one of the interviews the guy asked me: 'We pour concrete in 10 below zero, whatda you think about that?' Umm... I think I'm surprised your still in business because water freezes at 32 degrees and funny as it may seem to you, water is an essential ingredient to concrete. So really I guess I'm surprised these foundations you poured like that have not crumbled yet. You can call me and tell me what an idiot you are when they do. Here's my cell number.

So as I was saying, I went shopping for some good warm work cloths. And anybody who has to work in ten below zero weather knows your first stop is for long johns and your second is for Carhartt.

Side note, I really do love winter, its the blinding cold days that I have to work in instead of going skiing or something that I despise.

I decided to check Renny's first and if I couldn't find what I wanted, well heck I live in Maine, I could always swing over to LL Bean. But Renny's had all I could hope for to fulfill my clothing needs. What they were lacking are employees with half a clue.

I really hate to cloths shop but I was busying myself looking for the right sizes and specific styles (you need to be fashionable at work too of course...) when I overheard a few employees talking. I tried not to pay any attention at first; it really didn't concern me, that is until they asked my opinion.

They couldn't have known how bad an idea this was. I really need to start wearing that 'I'm an A-Hole' hat. Or maybe people need to remember to carry around their 'I'm a moron' signs. (thanks Bill).

One girl was talking about how her daddy was forcing her to clean her horse’s stall out. How could he do that! Its not like he pays for the horse itself, its food, all its tack and crap just so you can ride it once a week! OMG you mean you have to do something to take care of it? Yeah, um I worked at a horse farm for about 8 years and I had to deal with these people on a daily basis. I have no tolerance for them.

But as unlike me as it was, I just shook my head and walked away. It really didn't have anything to do with me. So as I continued to shop I tried to do my best to ignore what they were saying (cc: drained my flask, it would be an interesting ride home).

I just wish I could have ignored them a little longer (cc: wish my flask held more). Just about the time I had to ask one of them to unlock the dressing rooms, (why they were locked in the first place I'm not exactly sure) I slipped up and spouted my mouth off. 'You wouldn't believe it but I woke up at 8 am this morn. and I couldn't go back to sleep. Then Matt wouldn't even make me breakfast and he refused to go to work late to stay with me a little longer. Honestly I don't know why I even love him.'

I think you could almost hear the blood vessels bursting in my brain as I went off on this pour unsuspecting girl.

'Eight AM! EIGHT AM!!! your over there complaining because you couldn't sleep past 8? I was at work at 6:30 am this morning, oh wait, actually work starts at 6:30 so I was there closer to ten past six. That means I was up at about 5 and you want to complain about 8? Secondly do you know why your feet are short? Its so you can stand closer to the kitchen counter and cook ME breakfast. You really expected your boyfriend who had to go to work in the morning to help your dad pay for your stupid horse you refuse to clean up after, to stay home to cook you breakfast because you couldn't sleep anymore? And poor you! that meant you were up a whole what 5 hours before you had to go to work for your 6 hour shift. Oh know, the world is ending.'

There was a flurry of other comments that came in about things they had said earlier that I unfortunately had overheard them talking about but its all blurred together in my mind right now. All in all I'm actually surprised I didn't make the kid cry. I'm kinda disappointed.

Needless to say I ended up going to LL bean for the my warm weather clothing. They not so politely asked me to leave the store and never come back. Good thing there's another one in Pittsfield. Hopefully they don't have my picture posted behind the counter throughout the chain.