By then, I had almost forgotten why I was foolish enough to be in such an unruly place. Oh, that's right. I wanted to go to the Coop.
Ah, thoughts of Christmas. Light snowflakes, family gatherings and an angel on top of the tree. Ah, yes.
But do you remember those insatiable, obnoxious shoppers, knocking you out of the way to get the last Cabbage Patch in the store? Well, inside the Coop it gets worse.
Picture this: Five rows of 10 stacks of notebooks on the floor for your convenience. One would think that this would make Coop shopping easy. Or at least I would.
No. People still push you out of the way. And for what--a notebook with an extra sheet of paper, mistakenly put in it?
After a long wait in line with impatient, complaining individuals, I returned half-dazed to my room. I was tired, famished and hot, but I had felt worse, like when I had the flu, stomach virus and bronchitis simultaneously. I will admit I did look beat, but not dead.
So when some guy I don't know walked by me and said, rather arrogantly, "Gee, cheer up. It's a beautiful day," I merely mumbled a few things that my mother would have pinched me for thinking.