Soooo, today, I have officially become That Person in a store. Yes, I waited too long to be served, yes, I sat in line, being a loud crotch-mouth, talking poorly about the PetCo PALS card and yes, I am a bit overwrought. If you were in line at the Peabody PetCo and you saw some woman with glasses and a grey zip-up hoodie, I’m sorry.
We decided to move today. Out of state. Pretty far away. We read an article today that sent us over the edge, and convinced us to finally get the heck out of dodge. I’d thought I was excited, until waiting in line for my Nutro Max Cat Lite sent me into such a frenzy that I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, and I unleashed a string of sarcasm on the clerk that would make Cruella DeVille seem like…a pussycat, no pun intended.
“You have a GREAT day and don’t forget to come back to PetCo!”
“Oh, you can COUNT on it!”
Not my most shining hour.
I can’t believe I’ve got to tell my family. I can’t believe I have to tell my sister, who will absolutely make it all about her, (“You will NOT want to live away from family – you just won’t. YOU WON’T. Come oh, Jonna, it’s not that bad here – you can do it!”)
Well, the Boston Globe validates that I can’t, dear sister. And I don’t have a husband that pulls down half a mil per year. Thanks for playing, though.
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