Christmas with the Cranky

Let me say I’m not really a Grinchy kind of person. I like to think I’m pretty patient and can tolerate a lot. But this time of year brings out the crazies everywhere you go and a few things just make me want to go into hiding from November until after New Year.

For one, you cannot drive fast enough for anyone, ever. This applies year round but is especially true at holiday time. Forgive me for not wanting to go 65 miles per hour on a fairly busy road where the speed limit is 40. I feel confident in promising you that you won’t die if you don’t get to the store to buy Aunt Margie a Chia Pet in the next 10 seconds. I have a feeling even if I attached a rocket pack to my car it would still be too slow for someone. 

Grocery stores should look into a speed limit law or traffic lights at the ends of the aisles. You know what I mean…getting rammed with a cart by someone careening around a corner who seems to have mistaken the store for the Indy 500 track doesn’t feel too nice. Please slow it down a bit, yeah?

And the parking lots. Aye yai.

Of course I’m partially to blame going out on a Saturday afternoon 3 weeks before Christmas, but unfortunately it can’t be avoided sometimes. At least I got my Peppermint Mocha and made it back to the safety and quiet of my house. I’d be just fine with not driving anymore for another few weeks, thanks. I’m such a hermit at heart.