Mad About You

I don’t know what happened, but last night I just melted down.

It couldn’t not really have been over undelivered pizza – but that was clearly my breaking point.

We had a decent day of looking at granite and then visiting one of my sisters.  She has a new kitten and well, I just cannot not go visit that.  I also love her dog, Petey.

For those who do not know, picking tile for our last house could have caused divorce, or at the very least,  justifiable homicide.  That bitch, Nancy Grace would have even let me off the hook with a, ‘yeah, he had it coming’ comment.  So looking at granite could easily have been putting me back on the singles market.  Ya just never know.

So the evening plan was to go out for a nice dinner.  But that plan go downgraded to ordering in pizza. Already we were off on the wrong foot.

I should have known – and even said – that when ordering went so smoothly, something would be fucked up.  We live in a place where the best delivery folks could never find us.

Naturally we order when we’re already hungry and know it will be a 45 minute wait to actually get the food – so the cards are stacked against us.  Or at least me.

75 minutes later, no delivery, so we call.  There is no record of anyone putting in the order.  I’m breaking.   The bf almost almost almost lets them off the hook because they give us a $20 credit on our next order.  BFD.

Personally, I want the asshole fired – or worse.  He remembered the conversation and the order, but has no idea whey it is not in the computer.  A major mistake of the partner at that point is – “let’s just make something”.

At this point it is pushing 9p.  From going out to dinner – to ordering in  – to making dinner, I am finally broken.  …and I act out.  And I know it.

I throw on my work boots and say I am getting the fuck out of here.  I’ll assume I was acting irrational enough that I was not even attempted to be talked down from this….or reasoned with.  He was probably smarter than I was – but let us not kid ourselves – I was hoping to be talked to, so when it did not happen, just sent me that much farther over the edge.

I did indeed hop in my car and leave….with no direction.  When I worked at a hospital, I had a place to go to 24/7.  I don’t have that now.  So I drove blasting music in my little car.  It helped.

But I also ended up at a frickin’ bar too: downing more than a few Blue Moons, listening to and watching bad music. Then just watching some guys play pool, while I silently mapped out their ill-fated shots and knowing the ones they were designating to sink were the wrong ones.

I had all their problems figured out – why not mine?

song by:  Belinda Carlisle


One response to “Mad About You

  1. Those damn pizza delivery folks are the devil!

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