it's coming up to 6:00am. I need to get a gift for the only person I buy for outside of my immediate family. said gift needs to be delivered for 8:00am. they're getting into work and then they'll be out on-site for the day.

there's a really nice wine shop 3 or 4 miles away. it's cold and icy and I'm travelling across frozen paths along fields. I can't run or see too well - but fuck it. I get there dead on 7 as they're opening. I pick a selection - while feeling smug about my efforts. I take it to the counter, the nice looking lady has a bag waiting with a welcoming smile. cash in hand ready and then: "you can't buy it before 8:00am".

seriously? what the fuck? why not tell me when I got there and started browsing? why purposefully wait 15 shitty minuets then fucking tell me? why even open and let people in at that fucking time? I had a massive urge to shit in her shop or perform a particular act with the wine bottle and mortify her for life - but I left like a coward.

cunted. :(