Zits, Chicken

Corey's friends were over Friday evening. One of them, Seth, had a huge zit on his cheek. He kept complaining that he could see it and it drove him crazy. I am being punished for not being more sympathetic as I have grown my very own cheek zit. It lurks in the lower reaches of my vision, obstructing my view if I glance down. I am obsessing over it today. It's all I think about. I am counting down the seconds until I can go home and squeeze it. Only my mom will find out and yell at me for picking at my face. But how can you not pick at your face? If this were my windshield and something were obstructing my vision, I would be legally obligated to remove the obstruction.

In other news, Sandy from work almost got into a fight at Giant Eagle over some chicken. She took her 74 year old father to the store yesterday and he wanted some individual pieces of cooked chicken to munch throughout the week. The lady at the counter was freaking out because it's cheaper to just buy a whole cooked chicken. She kept insisting he buy the whole chicken. So Sandy says "Look, he just wants the legs." And the lady came around the counter and tried to fight Sandy for having attitude! Over some chicken! Can you imagine? If I worked at the chicken counter, I would proabably be full of rage, too. But fighting a little old man and his daughter cause they don't want a bargain? Come on! She was probably upset because she had a zit on her cheek that she could see.