Sometimes

It's all my fault- I admit it. (For a change) I wasn't paying attention. I wanted to get the chore over with and move on to the next thing that needed to be done, plus there was a line, plus I was hungry, and bitchy and moody and just wanted to be done. It was rainy and overcast and dark.

So I walked into that store--I stood in that line--I bitched a little- Really only two people working? On a Saturday? But I was nice and polite and more than a little goofy...punchy even by the time it was my turn.

Sure I had two problems...or a problem and an opportunity for you to make some money (to screw me apparently) and that caused an even greater line for you.

Really though- just really did that give you permission to sell me something I didn't need, didn't want and had no idea I was buying. Even worse something I thought came as a part of the package?

Was it fun for me to look at the receipt later that night and realize you charged me an extra twenty-five bucks?  Taxes and Fees I believe you said? After I opened it?

So I'm standing there in my kitchen, rubbing my big toe on the grout between the tile. I sigh. Do I even have the energy to deal with it. Sure I can walk in the store. I can raise a fuss. I can yell and scream and get annoyed and frustrated.

But-you know what? I just don't want to. I don't want to yell or scream or have to "stick up for myself" I want you to do the right thing. Just because.

Sometimes