I have realized as I look forward and see thirty (and I know, for those of you forty and over, who say I'm so young, what's thirty? Let's rewind a bit and see just how well you took thirty) anyway, as I look forward and see thirty, Right There waiting for me I realize that my tolerance levels for general stupidiy, middle aged Staples employees, people who are not proceeding through life in the exact way I believe they should be proceeding, and that born again Christian lady on Trading Spouses, is virtually nonexistent.

Right There is thirty. Right There. I don't know how you cannot see it because it is freaking Right There. That Staples guy though, he's already passed thirty and I'm not sure what happend but on that side of thirty he seemed to have lost all intellectual capabilities.

The last time I was in Staples the check out kid was fantastic. He directed me to the aisle I needed, made some small talks, threw in a joke. Then in the middle of our happy little retail transaction his boss walks by and snaps "Ask her about the warranty." The poor kid then has to spout off this whole diatribe about some five dollar warranty that he knows I'm sure as hell not going to buy especially after we just had a huge discussion about how expensive compact flash cards are. All because the manager wants to look bad ass. Dumb Ass is more like it.

See? It's Right Freakin' There.