I should probably not be allowed out in public when I'm cranky. Although it is often the public that makes me cranky.
Nothing will clear the stands, and the field, at a baseball game faster than a downpour that turns the infield into a lake in under two minutes. Just getting to my car soaked me from the knees down.
If there is a nutcase driver on the road, they are guaranteed to be directly in front of me, or occasionally directly behind me. Either way, they won't be far. It's like I have a magnet in my car.
Watching the opposing (home) team "celebrate their senior players" - each boy being announced while being escorted onto the field by their parents to stand on the third base line facing their empty stands is simply sad. I really wanted to get up and run to their side and stand and applaud each kid, just on principle.
Eating two days worth of calories in one meal at a "pub" is simply stupid, no matter how good it tastes going down. Somewhere in my brain I knew it wasn't going to take long to regret it. As in, I could count the minutes until regret set in.
When tensions have been high between coworkers, sometimes a simple cup of coffee can start to thaw the ice.
And Happy Friday! I can't leave without some Friday Funny:
Once again, thank you Pinterest for the untraceable funnies.