Douche in the airport. I'm seated at a power station, and he lurches up to it and dumps coffee onto my tablet. I start swearing and complaining, he starts apologising. I tell him to get me something to dry it with, he apologises. I tell him I need napkins, and he tells me he didn't mean to do it.

I DON'T CARE. YOU SPILT COFFEE ONTO MY EQUIPMENT AND I NEED TO DRY IT OFF.

But I don't have anything?

I am pretty much snarling when I point across the vast expanse of CORRIDOR to the stack labelled NAPKINS and grunt "There."

He pauses to plug his phone into my power bar and then fetches one for me.

Why are there unsupervised humans?

I tell him I need napkins, and he tells me he didn't mean to do it.

Was he five years old? Because I have this conversation DAILY and am hoping my kid will grow out of it.

and am hoping my kid will grow out of it.

laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs. and cries.

ita !, I can't even think what I would have done in your place. Public shaming? IDEK.

The weather outside is frightful.

That is all.

Cameras on the top of the Atmospheric Oceanic and Space Sciences bldg at UW-Madison: [link]

We've already had 8 inches of snow and they're predicting 7 more. Joy.

We're getting the blizzard starting this afternoon.

Perhaps I should have taken the train to work.

We've already had 8 inches of snow and they're predicting 7 more. Joy.

Wow. We're getting the edge of the storm. The rain will turn to snow at 3:00.

Oh, and I finally lost the LDB contest last night. I stopped at the grocery store to pick up almonds for my cookie baking today and I found myself humming "pa-rum-pa-pa-pum" on the way out and realized I'd been earwormed. I was really hoping to make it through the season without hearing it. Not that I mind it; I mind losing.

t /shallow

Because I have this conversation DAILY and am hoping my kid will grow out of it.

Learned incompetence is even less cute when you're dealing with strangers.

Since the shuttle was coming at 3:30, I kinda didn't go to sleep last night. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.

Please, just let me on the motherfucking plane.

I have had a cascade of everything being too complicated--when I went to The Hobbit, my ticket didn't print, but they didn't tell me I could go in to the movie until I'd missed at least five minutes of it--instead walking me over to the machine even though I told them my curtain time. When I went to the pharmacy to pick up a script, it was too soon. But when I ordered the refill Monday, I told them it was a vacation override. Why are you telling me at 6:10 that the insurance company's offices are closed two days later? I'm leaving the country, and I want my meds. I'm glad they worked around it, by delayed billing if they can't get the override without me. Then there is the grand Nook waste of time, and this morning I get out at Terminal 6 instead of 4, and my passport and record locator won't let me check in, and the American Airlines lady is asking me questions I can't answer: "Did you buy this through Alaskan Airlines?" (at whose terminal I initially disembarked). No, I bought it through the internet. LET ME ON THE PLANE.

I hope the "Check in in Miami" doesn't blow up into anything, but the plane is late. Wait--they just called my name???

Oh shit. I don't have a birthday present for my father. Either that, or I don't have a Christmas present for him. His bday is tomorrow, and I was sort of thinking about getting him a case of fun beer, but I can't do it on my own and have no way to make the logistics work before meeting them for dinner tomorrow. I guess I can give him what was going to be his Christmas present and then figure out Christmas over the weekend.

Good times!