Monday, September 10, 2012

Yelled At

Hello and welcome to the longest blog post for your Monday morning.  Please pull up a chair and grab your pumpkin spice latte.

A little while ago, I mentioned I was getting yelled at A LOT lately.

There were 3 days in a row that I got yelled at Thursday, Friday, and then 3 times on Saturday.  Sometimes I get yelled at and I deserve it.  I don't have as much of a problem with that.  But because I was so stressed at the time and I don't think I deserved to get yelled at, I found it a little odd.

Honestly, I can't remember what happened on Thursday.  But it was definitely a stranger yelling at me.

Friday, was the day of my scan so I was hungry and anxious to begin with.  Plus, I knew I would have to lay still for 45 minutes.  Turns out this scan was a little more involved than my previous scan, so it was going to be somewhere between and hour and a half to two hours.  Something about knowing you have to lie still for that long just makes you want to move.  REAL bad.

The tech had explained to me that I couldn't move once the CT portion of the scan started, but didn't tell me that I couldn't move between the nuclear scan and the CT scan.  So when she came into the room to kick Phil out, I turned my head to look at her.  And she yelled at me.

She seriously was pissed at me.

In my defense, I couldn't feel my hands or my feet.  After like 20 minutes of that, it seriously starts to get to you.

The first time I got yelled at Saturday, it was at PETCO.  You'd think a place that allows your dog to poop in the aisles would be pretty lax.  But no.  She was upset that I was holding Cotton near the kitten cages which they had set up in the dog treat aisle.  She said, "NO!!  We don't allow dogs near the kittens.  It freaks them out."

If you don't want dogs near the kittens, how about you don't put them with THE DOG TREATS!!  That really sends a mixed signal to the dogs, doesn't it?  Plus, I think it is good to know that the kitten would be aggressive to MY PUPPY.  Cause he's so scary.

Next, we were at the State Fair.  I guess while we were walking through the farm exhibits, my nephew David fells and got some cow poop on his hands.  All of a sudden, I see Nick wisk him off to the bathroom in a hurry.  He came back out like a minute later.  When I asked what happened, he said David had fallen down and then rolled around in feces.  I imagined David getting crap all over himself by the way Nick described it, so when I said that David didn't look that dirty Nick replied with, "WELL OBVIOUSLY I MADE IT ALL UP!!"

Okay...

We then made our way into the exhibit hall where they sell all the random crap.  You can get some knives, a sewing machine, and some Sham-WOWS.  Phil had wandered off to listen to someone trying to sell a pet brush.  According to the screens the seller had going, this brush basically shaves your dog it gets so much fur off the dog.  Well... I bought that stupid brush a couple of years ago and it doesn't work.  Not at all.  Not even a little.  So I said that to Phil.

Me:  Phil, we have that brush and it doesn't work.

Seller:  Excuse me?!?  This brush works.

Me:  Yeah... no it doesn't.

Seller:  Do you have a dog that sheds?
Why on earth would I have bought a brush for a dog that doesn't shed?

Me:  Yes.

Seller:  Well this brush works.

Me:  No, it doesn't.

Seller:  Well here's how it doesn't work (pointing to one tv screen).  And this is how it doesn't work (pointing to another screen).  And THIS is how it doesn't work (pointing to a third screen).  OBVIOUSLY these were directed by Spielberg since you say the brush DOESN'T WORK!!

At which point I wanted to call him a very bad name, but I didn't.  I walked off.

And I walked off wondering why the crap I have been getting yelled at so much?  Can't people sense my vulnerability?  COME ONE PEOPLE!!  My brother apologized.  He was just aggravated about having to clean animal poop off his child (which is understandable).

I haven't gotten yelled at as much since.  I have gotten flipped off while driving a few times, but that is probably par for the course.

You know who doesn't yell at me?


This guy.

8 comments:

  1. Bah. People can be such jerks. You are lucky you have such a cute face to come home to to make you feel better.

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  2. YUK I totally hate weeks like that!!!!! I hope that 2day starts off as an AWESOME day for u and no more yuckie yelling!!!!

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    1. PS ur little puppy is totally darling!!!

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  3. Cotton is getting sooo big, ohmyword! What the hellz. I don't know what to say about peoples gettin' all yelly with you! I hope this week is better chicaroo!

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  4. Boo! Not fun to be on the receiving end of that! But, baby Cotton looks absolutely adorable in that picture, so that should leave you feeling warm and fuzzy :)

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  5. i will try my best not to yell at you on thursday.

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  6. That's when you just freak out on someone. It helps a little! Er, a lot!

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