Man, Saturday night I was at the liquor store and this loud as fuck woman on her cell phone followed me inside, followed me to the mixers section, followed me to wines, then to champagne, paid at the same time as me, followed me to Walgreens next door when I went in for soda, and then I killed her/myself. Or she hung up and left.
She was yelling, really shouting, about how her husband has forced her to go to the liquor store for Crown (why the fuck was she in champagnes?) as a separate trip from groceries because he couldn't wait for her to go get the whiskey, then get groceries, then come home. So I mean, legitimate complaint, but if I was married to her I would be permanently drunk too.