I went to the Commissary this morning. That was my first mistake. Everyone and their dog was there...it was 8:45am, but I realized after the fact that it is the last Saturday before Thanksgiving. Anyway, I had too much coffee this morning, so I ran into the bathroom. Once I'm finished I go to wash my hands and I look up to see the sign posted above every sink. I read it just as I hear a flush. Okay...the sign doesn't lie. It is WICKED HOT! I scald my hands and the lady next to me chuckles. I almost tell the lady off, but I refrain. I snap a pic of her with my iPhone and bolt. Unfortunately, it doesn't come out otherwise I would post it. The first aisle I go down is the first aid section for some bag balm or something similar to put in my small burn. What a dork.
One more thing about the commissary...it's probably one of the busiest days of the year for shopping and they have 3 lanes open and it's kids day to be baggers. Let me tell you, they aren't the fastest workers. I decide I might be lucky enough to get my cart to my car before Thanksgiving if a kid took them, so I rolled it out myself.
I'm now in the sanctity of my own home where I hope to remain for the rest of the day.
