WTF?? Seriously...

Ladies, you will appreciate this.

I wake for work, writhing in pain. I am bummed that I even have to go in tonight as my vacation starts at the end of my shift, and I just assume start it sooner. So, I get up and take some motrin. I get ready for work. The motrin isn't working. I stop at a CVS on my way to work, which by the way was hopping on a Friday night. I guess there is nothing better to do in Michigan than hang out in a pharmacy. Wait, no, not really. There isn't.

I navigate my way through the aisles looking for very specific things. I get them and go to pay for them. First of all, I look like hell warmed over. I slept horribly today and the motrin never started to work, so I have a strained look on my face that I can totally feel. I set on the counter the following things: peanut m & m's, two twenty ounce bottles of coke, midol, and a box of tampons. The lady behind the counter actually had the nerve to ask me how I was doing. Really. Are you kidding?? How does it appear that I am doing, because this is about it right now. I can hardly stand and it is obvious. So, no, I am not digging through my wallet for my CVS card. I will not save twenty five cents. I don't care. I want to get out to my car and take my Midol.

Its kind of like how Always, the sanitary napkin company puts, "Have a nice period" on their packaging and in their ads. How about you kiss my ass.

Seriously.