Death Glare ON!

I really, really hate going to the grocery store, trying to work my way through the over-packed ice cream cooler to find an un-squished package of ice cream bars only to get it home and discover it's been dropped, cracking the bars, then worst of all thawed and refrozen so that it's a sludgy white mess on a chocolate-covered stick. There's no way of knowing until you get home and you can't take it back. And I paid almost four dollars for the privilege. (Haagen-Dazs and Dove, dontcha know.)

Here I am waiting to watch Alias with the appropriate junk food and now I'm outta luck. Grrrrrr!