I should have known how this day would end when at lunch I accidentally knocked the container of salsa out of the fridge, and it burst sending salsa flying all over the place (including between my toes…blech!). Luckily, I was not wearing my brand new cute shoes…that I had just taken a picture of…and that were going to be the subject of this post… oy. I still have to include the picture…aren’t they cute?!?!?

So, after dinner, we thought we would go and take part in Baskin Robbins 31 cent scoop night. The whole family could each get a scoop of ice cream for less than $2 total! Can’t beat that!! Of course we get there and parking is a hassle. No worries…there’s ice cream! We walk up to the end of the line and are standing there for less than a minute when the woman in front of me starts speaking to me. She said, “Not to frustrate you, but there are going to be a bunch of soccer players coming to stand in line with me. They’re parking right now.” Huh? WTH?? You’re saving a place in line for a soccer team and their parents? So, I just look at her and look away. Trying not to say anything that would keep us from our ice cream. And then Tyler asks, “Huh? What? There’s a soccer team coming? Where?” and I told him to just chill, of course there was an edge in my voice, but whatever. Then, this woman starts trying to justify that they are just parking and that the team wants to eat their ice cream together and then she says “well, you obviously need the ice cream so bad, you can just get in front of us.” OH MY WORD! I have not even said anything back to her at all! Then a man walks up (with one of the soccer players who looks to be about 3 or 4 years old) and asks what is going on and she is explaining that we have wronged her in some way and that she offered to let us in front of her. At that point Wade stepped up and said that she didn’t need to be escalating the situation. And the woman told him that he needed to back off and not come at her like that. I pulled Wade back a little and continued to ignore her barking at me to “Just get in front of us.” (I knew that even if we got in front of them, we would continue to hear about how we ‘needed’ the ice cream so bad that we just *had* to be in front of them, so there was no way I was about to do that.) At that point Wade said we needed to go. He couldn’t stand there any longer, and definitely couldn’t enjoy ice cream after all of that. Ugh. That’s my little tale of woe. What would you have done? What was the right thing to do? Of course I won’t be able to read your responses until Monday, but I just had to get that off my chest so I can enjoy Top Chef tonight. I hope you all are having a better day than me! *wink*