Parking Lot Battles

Broccoli, peas, chicken, and cottage cheese.
Pretty much a bowl of awesome....that looks like vom.

Speaking of food, I went to Whole Foods this weekend, and while I like their produce and assortment of foods, I nearly lose my religion every time I go.
It begins in the parking lot.
Whoever decided it was a grand idea to put approximately 12 parking spaces in front of a busy grocery store deserves a choke hold every morning around 9am in front of the 78 cars looking for a spot.  I drive around in circles and then find myself paralyzed watching a Prius and Neon battle for a parking space made for a tonka truck. 
I usually pull for the neon. 
What can I say, I was a big fan of 1992.
Point is, I've pretty much lost my mind by the time I've entered the store.

Then I get in there and am in rare form for the next 9 minutes as I fly through there like a mad woman.  Saturday I was standing by the eggs, and was literally reaching for the door when a woman swarmed in like batman, jumped in front of me, and then proceeded to check 24 straight eggs one by one before moving. 
Horrible human.  I hope at least 3 of them rot tonight.
You can imagine my patience was spent by this point.
But the experience is capped off when I get the look of death in the checkout line.  I don't have reusable bags, but you would have thought I covered the place in styrofoam peanuts while prancing around with aerosol cans.
I can assure you that looking at me like I just torched Yosemite doesn't inspire me to pack the 'ol canvas totes.
Ah, anyway...that was my Saturday.

Its past 10 and I haven't even delved into fitness stuff.  More to come tomorrow.
I wiped myself out venting about my Whole Foods experience.
Unbelievable.
Night folks.