You know what's frustrating? Friday edition

The girls at Princess' school have the option of wearing pants instead of a jumper or skirt. She never opted to do so, until recently. I suppose she is tired of having to wear tights to keep her legs warm. In any case, I went to the uniform store near my office earlier this week to buy her some new uniform pieces (a larger jumper, since the ones we have at home are getting too short, a new school-logoed sweatshirt to replace the one that disappeared in the laundry, and the dreaded school pants.) The pants were not in stock in her size. Despite wanting to take this as a sign that she should not be wearing big plaid pants, I ordered them and said I would come to the store to pick them up instead of having them shipped. There was a message on the machine last night that the pants were in. What was not included in the message was the fact that the uniform store is closed on Fridays. I have resigned myself to the fact that someone genetically related to me is choosing to wear butt-ugly, big plaid pants. I have choked back my upset at paying $28.75 a pair for said ugly pants. But I was sent over the edge by the fact that I fought my way through the parking garage of co-workers who insist on driving down the middle of the lane and movers bringing boxes up to transitional office only to arrive at the shopping center to find the store closed. Thank goodness the deli next to the uniform store had Diet Coke with Lime and White Cheddar Pringles, or I might have killed somebody.