Meltdown Saturday

This story is dedicated to Annette this morning.Yo. Double good gravy. Killing one of my good dinner forks in the stuck kitchen drawer wasn't enough yesterday..........apparently.Yesterday,quit smoking, I dropped down in my patch level. I don't remember that being any major problem before. Yea,stop smoking now, you cold turkeys can roll your eyes at me and say big deal! But it was...I HAD A COMPLETE MELTDOWN AT THE GROCERY STORE! I mean I threw me a fit like I was 2 years old. Screaming at everyone around me. Oh my God... I will never go back there again. Those stupid self checkout registers! I broke all 4 of them by absentmindingly using my Farmer Jack card instead of my Kroger card. I kept going from one broken one to the next, flopping down the flowers I wanted to purchase with a big HMPH then proceeding to break that one too. Naturally the gal at the head register was busy. I didn't want to get on her case as she was elderly and I always feel so bad about someone that age having to work like that. But boy......... did I voice my opinion to the other three Kroger workers that happened by... NONE OF THIS CHECKOUTS WORK, DID YOU HEAR ME???? DONE OF THESE REGISTERS WORK.... My date happen to call in the middle of this (I was running late), "Where are you?" I AM HAVING A MELTDOWN IN THIS *UCKING GROCERY STORE!" Nice guy... still wanted me to come over. Gave me a nice hug when I finally got there. Knows I'm quitting smoking.The weird thing, about two hours later I felt this irratable, madding feeling I'd had all day, just slip away.... gone... back like I was.I tell ya, if this is what PMS feel like then I feel horrified for you PMS'ers... or Manic Depressive people. "And you don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction."