Edible Emergency?

OK, I admit my tolerance level is pretty low right now, but if one more person says "We'll be there between x and y," and they don't arrive until  z, I may hurt someone. Today's offender - Edible Arrangements. After a back and forth of phone calls to tell me they'd be here between 12 and 2 (after narrowing it down from 12-3), I get a call at 3, telling me they'd had an emergency. Really? A fruit basket emergency? Did the chocolate melt off one of the strawberries? Well, apparently it was an issue with the truck, and they assured me that they were on thir way to me "right now." Of course, they neglected to tell me they were coming from the frozen north, or something, because "right now" apparently meant "in an hour or so." They finally arrived at 4:15! My annoyance level was even higher as a car pulled into the driveway just as the delivery truck arrived - I was in no mood to entertain! Turns out, it was just my mom's friend, Bernie, bringing me some dinner (very sweet!). But, she was very emotional, and I couldn't really deal with that. She had to leave to go to work, so I could finally leave to make my much ballyhooed trip to Walmart.

Which brings me to the life lesson of the day - never, and I mean NEVER, go to Walmart on a holiday. WTF was I thinking? Oh, right - snow tomorrow (snow right now, actually) - the doggies need food. Circled forever to find parkin. I nearly threw down with the greeter over a shopping cart (they're never as nice as the commercials - "Can I help you? What I can do for you?" - yes, a direct quote from one commercial). I really shouldn't do things that try my patience when I don't have any. But, the dogs have food, and I have more plastic bins, and, well, who would have thought a trip to Walmart could be emotionally draining?

So, in sum, today was a day in which the petty annoyances got to me. The bright spot was a nice phone call with Annette, who has safely arrived back in Texas. Here's hoping there are no more edible emergencies!