Back for labs today and a unit of platelets. Still shlepping around with the cold and coughing my dang head off. Arrgggghhh.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way home; of course I stayed in the car. I'm sitting there enjoying the gorgeous spring breeze, and a car pulls in next to me. Mind you, the damn lot was about half empty. Anyway, the lady sits there doing something with the motor running for five minutes, and finally gets out of the car. I know she knows I'm there because she about needed a shoe horn to get out, she was parked so close. She closes the door carefully, and says to something inside the car, "now you be quiet!" As she walks away, a chihuahua pops up and starts going all hound-of-the-Baskervilles on me. And for the next fifteen minutes, I get my right eardrum hammered by the ferocious verbal assault of a dog with a head the size of a mandarin orange. Oh, I tried ignoring her, I tried telling her to be quiet. I even tried to reason with her ("you know, even in my significantly weakened condition, I could still kick your ass.")
Finally Kirk came out of the store and saved me. I swear my ear rang for twenty minutes afterward. Don't get me wrong -- I love dogs!
Time for a movie...