I stopped in at Borders today for a little ME time.  Remember yesterday’s post?  Wouldn’t you know it, a mere two doors down from Borders they are opening a Spirit Halloween store.  I can’t wait for it to open.  They always have great props and costumes. 

     At the pet store, (I had to get dog food) I almost bought two Halloween hats for the pups.  One was a witch’s hat with green hair attached and the other was a pirate hat with black hair.  I might go back for them, the only thing stopping me is the pups,—these two don’t like to wear things, unlike previous Bull Terriers.

     After the pet store, I picked up a few groceries.  I’ve never had to dodge so many misguided carts and stopped in the middle of the aisle people than I did today.  People who completely block an aisle and remain oblivious to the fact that other people would like to get past them make me crazy.  I hate grocery shopping.  I want to get in, get what I need, and get the heck outta there.

     I grit my teeth, I smile, I say, ”Excuse me.”

     They stare at the shelves.

     I smile again and speak louder, ”Excuse me.  Helloooo.”  I wave my arms to get their attention.  “Yoohoo.”

     Finally, it sinks in they look at me and say, “Oh, am I in your way?”

     “Heaven’s no.  My cart has hover capabilities and I can fly it right over yours.”  ACK!