It started out pretty good. I brought in hot chocolate for my staff wenches. I worked hard. I had a 32 minute audio rendezvous with SB. I had a great day. Went off to get my hair colored.............the red is gone. Then, with no plans in particular, I headed for the gym. I love this gym. There were four other people there. No wait for a treadmill. The exercise room was empty so I got to do the whole 49 minutes of yoga and not feel like I was holding anyone up. Then there was a shower for as long as I wanted. Nice, huh? So I head off to Walmart to pick up a few things. I call Jen, to see if she needs anything, no. I am wandering around looking for a new kind of cheese to try. Atkins loves cheese
When the traumatic part happens.........as I wander, I realize.......I can hear.......what I think is......NO, it can't be........but yet.......it seems to be Latin.....over the loudspeaker.........a man singing Latin........it's "Ave Maria".
DEAR GOD!!!!!It's Christmas music. I call Jennifer. I tell her. She tells me to get over it. I say "You must not have heard me, I said they are playing Christmas music in the Walmart." Her reply? "Well, you could stop shopping there." Fine, I say good bye. That's when I noticed the Christmas tree and the Christmas display from the Pepperidge Farm people.
Doesn't anyone feel my pain? It's All Souls Day, for pity's sake!