It's the afternoon before Thanksgiving, and I have miraculously navigated my way through a stressful and chaotic madhouse.
The crush of people made me uncomfortable and claustrophobic. The long, slow-moving lines were exasperating. Everybody was in a hurry. Everybody was impatient. Nerves were frayed, and patience was wearing thin amongst everyone.
It took everything I had to keep myself calm and polite.
I managed to make my way through without completely losing it. I can now enjoy my holiday.
I'm not talking about the airport, by the way. I'm talking about my neighborhood grocery store.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!