My husband knows the word “rant” all too well. I’ll go on for hours about something until it becomes nothing – the way writing a single word over and over will start to look strange and lose meaning twenty times later.
First it was about blood work. They wanted my blood and made me make an appointment. They told me when to stick my arm out for the needle. But, when I showed up it was all my fault. “You need to follow up on the appointment.” What? Doublecheck the receptionist to make sure I’m really in the book? “Well, even though you had an appointment you need to make sure the doctor put in the order.” What? So, now I’m following up on the doctor? Let me get this straight so I don’t waste 90 minutes on another day. “You shouldn’t make the appointment so soon after the doctor has seen you.” What? The receptionist told me the opening she had available. I just agreed to show up. Now you’re saying I need to refuse her suggested appointment time. Could I be anymore confused? Insult to injury- the nurse called my machine and said they found the drs order for blood work and I can come in “anytime” (giggle, giggle).
Then it was about my car. When they were done, they wanted to leave it behind the building, locked up, keys in the glove box. They wanted me to pay now and pick it up with my husband’s keys later. Behind the building, locked up. My keys would be in the glove box. It’s not behind the building. It’s not locked up (window is rolled down and door is left completely unlocked). Keys are not in the glove box. Only this is where stupid me, myself and moi come in. We don’t notice this for nearly a week. I call the mechanic six days later. “Do you guys have a spare set of keys lying around?” “Chevy Prism?” “Yup.” “Last name _____.” “Yup.” “Yeah, we got ’em.” “And you couldn’t call me?! Can you bring them to me since you said my car would be locked up with the keys in the glove box and NONE of that happened?” Silence. “Hey. You guys told me you would lock it up and leave the keys in the glove box. Since that didn’t happen you need to bring me my keys.” Who knew I had the brass bra? “*sigh* We’ll see what we can do.” Insult to injury – I was late for work.
Then it was my feet. “Do you have anything in a size 5?” “Nope.” “But I see 5 1/2s here.” “Last year’s stock. We’re not carrying anything smaller than 6 on the adult side. Kids has size 5. Check there.” Insult to injury – size 5 didn’t fit. Neither did 4. I’m a 3 1/2 KIDS if I want to shop at Marshalls.
~*LunaSea*~ 
I have to say, I always love your rants. Not for the fact that you are that riled up, that is never fun. But, I love that you purge it all out rather than hold it all in. It is actually a very healthy way to deal with all the junk that life puts in our path. Otherwise those penned up emotions wilol manifest themselves in the physical body … and it is never pretty.
As for shoes …my sister gave me a good lead on a place she buys shoes from a lot (she has small but wide feet, and she likes cute shoes – not an easy combination to work with)! Go to http://www.zappos.com and search by size. They have 1,410 shoes in a ladies size 5. I think you should be able to find a pair or two you like. 🙂
I think I need to have my feet officially measured or something. It was so disturbing to NOT fit a kids’ size 5 at Marshalls!
I also think ranting is healthy. I just need an off button after awhile!
You can always rant to me … because give the proper motivation, I know that I tend to rant right back at ya! Bitch & Nag – forever – HA HA!
You can always rant to me…hence Bitch & Nag. I’m Bitch, right? 😉