Sometimes You Just Gotta Wonder

One thing I absolutely H-A-T-E about living in Salt Lake is Sunday. It's like living in the Twilight Zone. Most restaurants are closed, hell, everything is closed. It drives me absolutely bonkers. Take yesterday for instance. I have to run to the grocery store to pick up a couple items for dinner. I start at Smiths (Kroger for all you Texans) and they don't have limes, fresh basil or graham cracker crumbs. The checkout lady asked "Did you find everything okay today?" and I replied with No, as a matter of fact I did not. I had a short list of items, you didn't have 3 of them so yeah, your store sucks. I actually hate it when the checkers even ask that question because a. they dont really care and b. if they did care, no one would do anything about it. Its a slap in the face really and gives my brain a seizure. These are simple items, I know, but Utah grocery stores obviously don't stock anything on the weekends which totally just blows my mind. Next stop, Harmons. They had limes and crumbs but no basil. I thought I would try one more grocery store because 1 out of 3 would surely have basil. WRONG. Dans grocery store sucks too. I was extremely pissed and I called Garrett to make me a vodka tonic so it would be ready when I stormed in the back door. He did and he made one for himself b/c he knew he would have to hear about the sequence of events for about a half hour. No other city in the world would give me such grief at a grocery store, I swear. I think its completely ridiculous this city is run by a damn church, not everyone is THAT religion. I like to do things on Sunday and that does not make me a bad person. Sure, I may not get my own planet, but you know what, I'm cool with that. And don't tell me I should shop ahead of time. I don't plan meals for the future, that's just not who I am.