Post-Christmas shopping

I hope everyone had a good Christmas. I did. It still doesn’t feel like it has happened, though. You feel me? I got some DVDs, CDs, gift cards, stuff like that.  And I really don’t have anything to say, I just thought I’d post. I like to play games, I got to play some tonight. It was fun. Girls PWNED, thank you very much. If anyone wants to play Harry Potter Scene-it with me, please let me know. I’m dying to play it.
Oh, I have a story. So I was on my way to Old Navy, leaving Best Buy and it was super crowded in the parking lot and everywhere else. I was in line to exit the parking lot and people were trying to get into the line to exit the parking lot. So I’m sitting there for a while, people are letting people in, and I’m cool with that. Well I come to a crossroad. A car is inching forward to get in line in front of me. I’m thinking okay, no big deal, I want to be polite, I’ll let the people in. However, there is this impeccably rude old lady in line behind me . First, I could tell she was impatient because I could see her reacting in my mirror, getting pissed off when  someone is allowed in the line. And also, she got super close to my car, which really irritates me. I thought I heard her honk once, but I just ignored it.  So the car in front of me inches forward, and I stay in place to let this other car squeeze in line. Well she just thinks that this is unacceptable. She starts waving like crazy in her mirror, telling me to not let these people in. I’m thinking seriously? I shake my head back at her. She starts motioning to me again, saying something to me, I have no idea what. Then I lift my hands in there air, give her my look, and shake my head again. (This fool is crazy.) So the car gets in line in front of me, and I start driving. Then I hear this really long honk.  And I mean like at least a couple minutes long. Apparently, someone got in line in front of her, how dare they. So as we inch forward, this lady is honking away. We get to this small fork and the car behind me squeezes by to get in the other lane. The lady ends up getting behind me again. It kinda gets blurry right here because I think I was imagining myself getting out of my car and yelling at this woman. But, I’m pretty sure she honked some more. Then, it looks like she needs to squeeze into the other lane too, but I don’t move enough to let her by. We finally get out, and I cut her off on accident (I swear). But anyways, I was very mad at how ridiculous this lady was. How can someone be so crazy? This story is probably better in person. Moral: Even though you live in Houston where the craziest of crazy drivers inhabit, you don’t have to be ridiculous. And don’t tell me what to do.