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I’ve been grumpy today.
Sword practice was cancelled as the only other folks who normally show up couldn’t make it.
(I can’t begrudge it as their story involved fire departments leaving their front door in pieces to put out their building and them not wanting to leave their apartment open for the 6 hours it would take to go to practice.)

Yesterday was not a happy day for us. I had been looking forward to getting out and swinging swords.

I attribute this to why little things have been getting to me today.

For lunch we decided to order take out from an Italian place one town over. They have a new "order on line" function.
So, I put in our order and headed over to get it.

As I did, they called me as I stopped to pump gas. It was over the car speaker so I had to put my head in the car as I pumped gas.
"Your order asks for no cheese," the woman said. "Why is that?"
"I’m allergic to milk," I said. "Please no cheese."
"But, there is cheese in our bread crumbs on our chicken! If you’re allergic we can’t give you chicken with bread crumbs!"
"That’s OK. I’ve had it there before. There isn’t enough cheese in it to matter. Just don’t put the cheese on top and it will be fine."
"You’ll have to talk to the manager!"
The manager came on and we had almost the exact same conversation.
"We should do grilled chicken," he said. "That would be safer."
"Please don’t. I’ve had the breaded chicken there many times and it is fine. Just don’t put the cheese on top of the dish and it will be fine."
"OK," he said. "It will be ready in 7 minutes."

I got there 9 minutes later. I waited another 16 for the food. When I got it home it was grilled chicken.

I know. In the grand scheme of things this is nothing. I am honestly ashamed to be mad about this give the problems of others and the world.
But, I can’t lie and say I’m not mad about it.

So, ashamed of my feelings or not:
They couldn’t figure out my written instruction of "please don’t put cheese on this".
They were off by more than 3x about how long it would take.
The ignored my verbal instructions on what I wanted.
And, I’m mad about it.