next time it's netflix

I'm never renting another movie again. It's a pain in the ass to return them.

I started my debacle of an afternoon/evening by forgetting to bring the movies that I was going to return. Of course I didn't realize this until I was stuck halfway across the bridge in a traffic jam courtesy of one of the local asshole cabbies and a motorcycle. There wasn't even any wreckage or dead bodies, but as with every accident, the entire police force and a compliment of fire trucks were there to block up the lanes.

20-some mins later I ended up at the mall, planning to kill some time while the inept authorities cleaned up the mess. I wandered into the Tilt to play DDR and was greeted with horrendous BO, wafting from 4 grossly obese kids playing what must have been an exhausting game of air hockey.

Trashing that idea before I threw up, I decided to brave the traffic again and head back to get the movies, which went roughly the same as the first time, only this trip I got to have my heater on full blast the whole way because my car was about to overheat.

I finally got home, was greeted with the same obnoxious neighbors blasting their tv (now I know they're a bleach blond and some ethnic boyfriend, what an original pairing), and headed back for the third fun trip across the bridge of doom, which STILL wasn't cleared out.

I returned my movie without further diress, and went about my shopping, where I realized that I'm a cat-lady-in-training as I filled my shopping cart with tea, cat litter, cat food, and canned vegetables. I'm not sure if this pissed me off or made me sad, because at this point I was pretty well done with my day.

It seriously can't be just me.