Every single time I go to the grocery store, I am asked to donate a dollar for this or for that. Some days, I feel giving and I donate that dollar. Other days, it pisses me off that they are always asking me for money. Just let me go to the damn store without hounding me. Geez, I already quit church because they wouldn't leave me alone about giving extra money for their stupid sports facility when I couldn't even pay my electric bill at the time. Sometimes, I just want to get my groceries, and be done with it.
All I needed today was milk and dish soap. That's it. And it was hot. So hot that my car never cooled off the whole drive there and back. So perhaps, I wasn't in the best mood when the sweet checker girl asked me,
"Would you like to donate a dollar to Texas Children's?"
Probably that is why I snapped back,
"I think I have already donated enough of my damn money to the stupid place."
I'll blame the heat. And the fact that I am feeling bitter about all the problems Emmi is having lately.