I've been battling allergies and the stress that comes with knowing they may move into my chest and cause my voice to take vacation and I can't have that AND sing in a show.
Friday, as a preventative measure, I ventured to the great world of Walmart and bought the most feature-heavy humidifier they have. As I was hauling the huge box out the door, sniffling like...I dunno...something that sniffles a lot, the man at the door stopped me and demanded, not asked politely, demanded to see my receipt. I ruffled through my stuff trying not to drop my huge box and he just stood there saying, "Ma'am, Ma'am I need your receipt now." After about 10 seconds I think I finally handed it over and then he smiled sheepishly and thanked me. I glared in stone cold silence - the "look" I've heard it called. I'm usually so much more Christlike than that, but I couldn't help it. I was sick, he harassed me, and SERIOUSLY - do I look like a thief? And a thief stupid enough to just walk out of the store with a box half as big as I am? SHEESH! Walmart and 7-11 are in a conspiracy against me!