It's true. I'm so good at Rock Band now. Well, definitely on the guitar. I'm now on the hard level...you have to play with all.FIVE.keys. Yep, you heard that right. I even played on the medium level holding a conversation with my mom on the phone. I'm better than Matt on the guitar, drums, and singing. I can't help it. I must be musically inclined. Too bad I don't care.
So today I asked a lady in my store if she knew about the sale going on, and she said, "This one?" and pointed to the sign (99.9% of people don't look at the signs), and I said yes. She goes, "I can read." OK, biatch! I don't think you can really understand how rude she was without me actually saying it to you. Then when she was getting rung up (not by me because I purposely didn't go up to do it), she asked the new girl if it REALLY needed to take that long to get the sensor off of her inside-out clothes. The girl told her that she was new, and the lady was like, "Oh ok!" all sarcastically. I don't get when people are mean for no reason. I thought of so many rude rebutalls to her "I can read" statement, but of course I couldn't think of them at the time. I felt like Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail.