Cranky

     There must be something in the air today, or in the stars...something in the universe seems bent on sending annoying, aggravated, and aggravating people my way.  All day.  The customers were incessantly cranky, stupid to the point of me wanting to ask several if they had some sort of disability that causes them to ask which register is open even though the other register is covered with junk I'm assembling,  then calling to ask if we can ring them up a bag of rolled oats (even though we closed 15 minutes before) then PUT ME ON HOLD when I tell them the price and decide that, no, their horse doesn't need to eat grain after all.  To hell with Lorien for answering the phone after 8 anyway.  I'd think she'd know better by now.
     Then I drive home thinking I am driving on one headlight.
     I pick up Jon.  He is also cranky. Great.  Just what I need. One more Crankster.
     I check to see if my headlight really is only just one headlight. It is.  I tell him its the one I already changed.  He freaks out and says I did so improperly and that is why its gone out already. Um....sorry, I changed the headlight. There is really only one way that entire assembly fits in there.  Don't second guess me. Maybe it was just a crappy bulb?  I mean, it has been in there for a whole year now.  And its not like I don't have another bulb just sitting around waiting (I bought two) for one to go out.  No big deal. Why act like it is?  Bulbs go out. Shit happens.  I can fix it again.  I'm not a total moron.  I guess I should just keep my mouth shut and fix things without telling him. Wonder if he'd notice?
     He hasn't noticed that the dogs ate the wired antenna for the tv yet. Despite deciding to check if it was unplugged last night...and plugging it in and having little to no result to the positive.  Oh, guess I should fix that now, while he's out.  I hate that, though.  Hiding little stupid things so I don't have to deal with other people's crankiness...seems wrong somehow.