Chot!

I don't know if the heat is just getting to me, or if it has fried everyone else's brain. I'm not a very patient person under the best of circumstances, but when I'm sweaty (as one is wont to do when one has no a/c in the car or at home), I turn into a beast. And simultaneously, everyone else turns into an absolute idiot.

Take my dinner excursion tonight. I just wanted to get a quick bite at Panera. My heart jumped when there were only two people in front of me to place the order. And sank again immediately when I heard the first guy having an extended dialogue with the order-taker over which dressing to have on his salad. Why does anyone think that the order-taker would be a good person to ask?! They're probably sick of the food there from eating it all the time on their breaks, and how would they know what you like?! Then they started debating his choice of a side item.

Then the paper of the credit card reader thingie needed a new paper roll, even though it looked to me like there was still plenty of pink-edged paper left. At least enough for 3 CC receipts.

Then the second guy starts placing his order, and gets into a debate over what kind of bread he can have his PB&J sandwich on. He wanted one thing, but apparently they "come on another".

Finally, it's my turn. I think. Wrong. The order-taker asks me for my patience while she walks off to do god-knows-what over by the pastries. I thought I'd have a heart attack! The manager must have been a mind reader, and moved quickly to prevent a medical emergency on her premises. Which was just as well, cause as the order-taker returned, she couldn't get the register work for the guy who'd been behind me.

Don't even get me started on how people drive around here (in general, and in hot weather)! This is worse than Scotland, the capital of slow-poking!!!

Yes, an entire country can be a capital, dammit!