2nd gear

   As I sit here writing, I have to keep stopping to blow my nose. Kinda puts a crimp in your writing. This morning what I thought was allergies turned into a full fledged cold. Yuck! My first one of the season. Tonight at work I felt like I was floating through the day. Must have been the Tylonol Sinus. Or maybe it was just me.
   Which reminds me of a customer who came up to me and yelled at me this weekend. It was like the Twillight Zone. I was innocently standing there with a coworker when this woman came from nowhere and just started yelling. Something about a watch battery from a watch that she bought at a different store 4 years ago. She yelled, "I'm pissed! This is ridiculous!" She was being so obnoxious that other people started staring at her. Maybe she was British and she meant she was drunk. Another interesting customer cried the other day when her boombox broke. I felt bad for her, and wondered at the same time what was really going on. I get attached to things, but not that attached.
   And may I also thank the trucker who decided to swing across 3 lanes in front of me tonight. He apparently wanted to get off at the exit, and swerved from the farthest lane from it no less. I had to slam on my brakes at 65mph, and then downshift to 2nd gear to speed back up so the oncoming cars wouldn't rear-end me. That'll get your blood pumping.