Eh, the day started pretty crappy...stupid accident caused both sides of Rt130 to get shut down so I was detoured into Guam which of course made me late as hell for work. Whatever crap happens. Oh yeah, I p-parked the nissan back home, was sooo tempted to ram into that Mustang that's always up in the grill but I restrained. My mom was like woah, you parked it in there? Uhm no, I magically placed it there. I was like a kid in a candy store at Sam's Club, candy in bulk, how sweet is that? While waiting to pay for the stuff, I noticed that a package of meat must have leaked over the floor cause there was a puddle of blood and i was like eww. The cashier was like, "Oh no, it's not real blood...it's just spillage, don't worry, it's not real blood!" I'm sorry, but was I hysterically crying on the floor? But you know what I don't understand there? What is the point of having that guy with the highliter before you leave? As if he really checks everything you buy, nor is there anything to steal from the way out anyways.