I decided a few minutes ago that a McDonalds breakfast sounded like a great idea. So, I drive the 1/2 mile to the McD's. There were like 10 cars in the drive-thru, so I decided to just park and go inside. This is known as mistake #1.

I get inside, and there are about 5 people in line, and 2 cashiers. I get into the second line, so incoming customers can jump into the closer line. The cashier finishes filling an order, and goes to the back, not saying a word to anyone in the line.

The other line is progressing nicely, and after about 10 minutes, we decide that the fucktard will not be returning to take our order, so we go to the other cashier.

There is one person in front of me placing her order, when a lady comes and stands next to me. She is your typical white trash wearing a thread worn NASCAR shirt, and smelling like she only bathes when her driver wins. She keeps inching closer to me, and then tries to step in front of me. Normally I am easy going, but this bitch was between me and my coffee.

I say "Excuse Me, but I am next in line". Her response was, "Oh, you were standing back, so I did not know". OK, listen, just 'cause I am not trying to crawl up the ass of the person in front of me does not mean that I am not in line. Personal space is about 2 feet, and that is how far back I was....and the 4 people behind me should have been a fucking clue. Don't they teach people how to stand in line in kindergarten?

So, I finally get my food and leave. I am waiting to turn right on to the street, but I am behind a lady and her herd of kids in their Volvo Station Wagon. Well, after she missed 5 openings to go, it was time for the horn. I guess in the Volvo owners manual it says that when turning right, all lanes must be open for 8 miles before you may turn.

So I finally made it home. I hope the day gets better after I finish some coffee!

{10:39 a.m.}