spoiled

My media-panic overblown illness having beset me a week ago or so, it's pretty much run its course. What this means is that I've been indoors for almost an entire week, save a trip to the doctors office.

Cabin fever vs. Stir crazy. (Only on Pay-per-view)

One unintended side effect of this was my sleep schedule auto-reset itself back to nighttime. I go back to work tonight, and it's not a normal 8 hour shift, oh no.

Daylight saving time.

That's right kids, when you get an extra hour of sleep, I get an extra hour of work. This when I'm trying to fight off sleep. Anyway...

So this illness having run its course, I decided to venture out in public once again. I did so mere hours before this posting - 10AM or so. Such a time is not one where I'm normally out in public. 10PM is more likely. (For perspective, I do most of my grocery shopping at 6 AM)

This is what I mean by spoiled. When I do any grocery shopping, I need only navigate vendors, early risers, stock boys, and the occasional grandma. Typically one or two of each. The pharmacy is still closed. One checkout lane is open. The 4 foot Pillsbury dough boy display at the end of the row my only companion. My cart is one with the floor buffer.

Fast forward a mere four hours. Crowds. Throngs. Masses. HORDES! People everywhere, clogging every spot you can imagine. I couldn't even *see* the deli case! Everywhere I turned there was another fat mom with a cartload of kids spilling over, another old man that can't remember which way to go, and the endless pains of people that leave their cart sideways in the middle of the aisle while they walk away to painstakingly examine every can of whatever is so important while hordes of people get jammed in trying to get around it.

I was always a night person.

p.s. It's Halloween, yet they already tore down the Halloween display, and set up the Christmas display. (it starts...)