that make me cry.
I don't like to run errands, but I've got to do them. And when I do them, I like to do them as quickly as possible. Don't make me wait. Open another register. Have that bag ready to put my purchases in. Be ready to take my order, McDonald's employee (oh, wait, that's not an errand).
On my way out of Target today (where else?), an old lady got in my way. Then she paused. My blood pressure went way up. Then, an old man got in my way. Then he paused. Then the old lady leaned on the old man and the old man leaned on the old lady and they slowly made their way to the parking lot.
Those tears in my eyes made it pretty darn hard to find my car.
But at least I got SOMETHING done day, however slowly.
I miss my mother.