Now that’s something you don’t have to hear everyday

What a day I am having so far! And it is only 2pm (EST). It started off normal enough. I got up early (for me) because I had to wash my hair this morning, then I got to work. OK. Very normal. Started working, Normal. Then I had to leave to go to my allergist. I go twice a week, on Mondays and Wednesdays. I get allergy shots and those are the days the office is open to administer them. I usually (always) go to the Safeway that is right there and grab lunch. Usually I grab soup or a sandwich, a cake or cookie and something to drink. Today I got a Primo Italiano sandwich (which sounds nice but really isn’t, I swear I am off the Safeway deli sandwiches) and two cookies, chocolate chip and peanut butter, and no drink. Anyway, I arrive at my allergists office and there is a little boy there, maybe 6 years old who is having a meltdown because he doesn’t want his shot. I mean, MELTDOWN. The doctor said, well we can’t give him a shot until he calms down because the needle may break off in his arm, then he’ll have to go to the hospital to get it removed. The mom also had a little girl with her, probably around 4 years old. I felt really bad for the kid. I know kids don’t like getting shots, but his fear was probably the worst I have ever seen. I just hope mine aren’t too bad. I am in the “shots aren’t so bad” group. They just really do not bother me. At all. I used to (before I was eternally pregnant) give blood all the time, then I had that period when my asthma was really bad and I needed steroid shots every week. Flu shots every years…you get it. !WARNING! !GRAPHIC! The only time I was ever squeamish was when they had to draw some artery blood, and the nurse had to literally dig around inside of my wrist to find my artery. It hurt like the dickens and I almost passed out. Yikes. I had a bruise there you had to see to believe. !WARNING! !GRAPHIC! So I felt really bad for the little kid. He was still screaming when I left. Poor baby. So then I go over to Safeway and get my not very good sandwich ( I only ate half of it), then I am in line for checkout and I am behind this complete wack job. He turns around and says something like he doesn’t have to pay taxes and it is all a big government conspiracy. At least he smelled nice because he was ALL UP IN MY PERSONAL SPACE! The he shows me some tax exempt ID and he is all talking about conspiracy theories with the government (or the gub’ment) and how it is all going to come out, and I am just to scared to confront the truth, and there is a movie coming out on July 28 (at least we don’t have long to wait) that will turn everything upside down, and the back out in New York was just a big cover up because they were looking for a dirty bomb, and yadda yadda yadda. The whole reason I was even in the normal check out instead of the one in the deli is because the deli worker over there sing to the customers and I find it annoying. Boy did I learn MY lesson. The whole time I am thinking, “what a nut job”. I guess the joke will be on me on Friday. What a day. I wanted to talk about Project Runway and miss universe, but perhaps another day.