The Tempest

It was a perfect storm: Erika left work on time and just thought she’d stop at the gas station to fill up her tank. The gas pumps were empty, but the car wash was doing a roaring trade in soaps and waxes, so Erika thought she would just be able to pop in and out and go home to her husband, puppy, laundry, and un-made dinner.

Thirty minutes later, Erika realized she was a fool. A great, big, impatient fool who wanted badly to go home but couldn’t because the old lady at the cash register, whom Erika suspects may have fouled up the gas station’s computer by trolling soap opera websites and picking up a nasty virus or two, couldn’t get the credit card reader to work and thus had to have everyone pay in cash.

While Erika stood in the line that wrapped around the perimeter of the convenience store, she thought about non-stabby things like puppies, chocolate brownies, and not jumping behind the counter to run a quick virus scan and get things back into business.

In retrospect, I suspect that the little old lady kicked the wireless router and needed nothing more than a simple power cycle but, then again, I could be wrong.

On the road again after thirty minutes of standing-in-line-reading-cheesy-fridge-magnets bliss, Erika was on the road again. Alas, her smooth sailing was not to be, because she got stuck traversing the roads with an obsessive lane-changer who insisted on switching back and forth between the lanes every few feet to no apparent avail or point.

Adding to Erika’s growing stabbyness was the notable lack of caffeine in her system, the mountain of laundry she had to face upon coming home, and the dinner that sat, uncooked, in the cold cold fridge.

By the time Erika came home, she was a veritable powder keg. All it took was some mis-placed cheese on the part of my husband and we were off to the crazy-wife races. I ranted, he endured, and then I went upstairs to brood about how life without coffee is practically not worth living, about how inept convenience store clerks cost the world entirely too much time, and how obsessive lane changers deserve nothing more than to rim their tires the next time they parallel park.

Perhaps tomorrow will dawn a bright, happy day when I am not detoxing from my caffeine addiction and the Thing That Does Not Suck will be brilliant and bring mirth and joy to all involved.

Then again, maybe the only Thing That Does Not Suck will be the post I don’t write about how much I loathe trying to quit drinking coffee. I guess the only thing left to say is stay tuned and hope that my caffeine withdrawal doesn’t land me in jail for using excessive force on hapless convenience store clerks.

4 thoughts on “The Tempest

  1. Ooooh. Much sympathy. I loathe it when things get shot to hell thanks to one person’s incredible stupidity. And that on top of caffeine withdrawal is an acceptable reason to get very stabby.

    Hope today is better!

  2. -Mrs. Higrens, Thanks! I hope so too! Caffeine withdrawal is the current bain o’ my existence, but I hear it gets easier over time. I certainly hope so or none of us will make it through this in one piece!

  3. 1) Bonus points for use of the word “stabby.” Extra bonus points if it was a subtle reference to the Whedonverse

    2) Why quit caffeine? Other than the crutch of having a mild addiction, caffeine has no drawbacks. And I don’t know how you drink coffee, but if its fancy (I think you’re a fancy coffee drinker) only allow yourself to drink it black. You’ll either stop drinking so much because it’s not enjoyable, or you will have switched to a health(ier) alternative.

    BUT, if you’re dead set on quitting, you have my full support.

    3) I like that you are self-aware enough to recognize when it’s not necessarily the husband’s fault, even though he may provide an outlet for anger… I think the cheese was happier there, anyway.

  4. -Dane, There was no subtle reference to the Whdeonverse, though we did get a chance to watch “Serenity” and we enjoyed it quite a bit. Wes was tickled to get to watch an honest to goodness sci fi flick.

    2) I’m quitting coffee for health reasons. I am a fancy coffee drinker (I love me some Coffee Mate!) so black coffee would be an excellent deterrent. I just went cold turkey yesterday after steadily decreasing my consumption, so I feel constantly groggy. Good times…?

    3) Yeah, three years of marriage have taught me quite a bit about my own way of dealing with things. I try as much as possible to not unleash my wrath on Wes but sometimes I’m human. Luckily, Wes has a thick skin and knows when I’m just letting off steam. Also, the cheese was most certainly not happier there because it wasn’t in the cheese drawer. How could it be happy when it’s not in it’s proper place…? I’m certainly the bell peppers would be likewise uncomfortable in the meat drawer!

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