That Moment Where I Just About Lost My Mind

Travis: "Can you go get these few things at the grocery store for me to make dinner. Hurry up please."

Me: "Ok. Will do. Mica can you come with me?"

Mica: "Sure!" I was shocked that he wanted to come with me.

No kid of mine has ever loved going to the grocery store.

So we set out on adventure to go grocery shopping. I knew a few other things I wanted to get, so we got this, and got that.

I went to check out and said, "WOW! It's 5:30 and they only have 1 human check out lane open!" The line was super long! It was like that scene in The Christmas Story where Ralphie gets in line to see Santa, and a person says something like, "Why are you here? The line is back there!" and they point to what seems like forever away. 

I decided to brave it by going in the self check out lane. A staff member was standing there if I needed help.

Who knew that an eleven year old would get so excited to check out the groceries himself. Mica kept insisting that he check everything out. He couldn't find the bar codes, so I grabbed things to check them out myself. He was annoyed that I was grabbing things.

I was the opposite of Mica, I just about lost my mind when checking out my own groceries.

Everything was fine until I got to the produce. I was super frustrated. I didn't know all those codes. I didn't work there! I happen to get a lot of produce.

Frustration escalates for me when I'm hungry. By that time I was very hungry. We ate a brunch that day. No mid meal like I'm used to.

The store clerk up there was busy helping someone else. To top it off there was someone behind us that looked annoyed that we were taking so long. They too probably hated that they had to go in the self checkout lane.

I kept mumbling to myself, or maybe aloud, What store only has one human checkout lane at dinner time?

I don't even know if I checked out the produce properly. Thankfully there were only a few things. The rest: Bags of Carrots, Mushrooms, Celery, Potatoes and a Box of Spinach had bar codes on them.

Apparently a self check out lane can bring me from a good mood to a frustrated one in a flash. It's not just the act of doing it myself. I think, What has this world come to? There was once upon a time where stores carried everything out for you. I know that some stores still do, but there are less and less of them. They'd ask you as you came in, "Is there anything I can help you find?" They would great you in the check out lane with a pleasant, "Hello! Did you find everything ok?" If you didn't they'd send a store clerk out to go get whatever it is that you couldn't find. They'd open your box of eggs to make sure none were broken. If one was they'd have someone go get another box for you.

Side Note: Earlier that day we went to pick out a dress shirt for Mica. He's in between boys and men sizes. Travis wanted to get him measured. Guess what? There was no one around to help, or measure him. We ran around like chickens with our heads cut off looking for dress shirts. The men's were too big, the young men's section had no dress shirts. The boy's section had them, but all the other shirts like t-shirts and sweat shirts were too small for Mica. WTH?!

What is something that sets you off?