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What a day today.
I went to the international market to top off my groceries for Christmas Day. I had a list, and did my shopping, and I was particularly pleased with the rib roast I got - exactly the right size and perfectly marbled.
Got to the home stretch, heading for the cash registers, and I set the cart to the side to take a quick ramble through their extensive candy section. I've been trying to find MrsT's annual allotment of Brach's Maple Nut Goodies and for whatever reason, no one is carrying them in-store this year.
Popped back out to the main aisle, and some dingleberry had walked off with my cart! I madly dashed around, then over to the registers, then to customer service, but no luck. Some dumb dipsh!t took my damn cart with all my stuff, and since I was done shopping, I'd pitched my list.
I had to start over, pizz-poor memory and all, and do my shopping entirely over again, and settle for a less-than-perfect rib roast and a less-than-perfect cauliflower. It's probably just as well I didn't find the culprit, because it was probably a 127 year-old absent-minded person, and I was so angry, I wouldn't have cared. Christmas or no Christmas, I would have ripped them a new one.