Going to Canada Friday.  Yay, I think.

It's my first real vacation in years.  Although I feel like this isn't considered one because it's one of those 3 days and 2 nights - sorta like a weekend.  A third of the day will be on the bus and it's a tour with a schedule.

It's been a while since I've gone anywhere out of the states.  Yea it's Canada, but still not in the states.  I don't know what to bring except clothing and money so far...  Can anyone give me some pointers for an 8 hr ride?  Yes, I'll be going with some friends, the few I have left anyway.

Cards
Phone + Charger
Book
Snacks (But what kind?  Bread?)
Liquids

And so 4th of July has been planned out.  No, it won't be a bbq again.  Although I sure could go for some... lol  Maybe if I pack a grill instead of clothes.

Yesterday at the post office, I went to pick up my package.  As I arrived 10mins before 5pm, it was quite packed.  Eh, I expected as much, but I have my reason of that late because I get off work at 4pm.  I'm lucky enough that the trains didn't have any delays to make it before they closed.  Anyway, following my entrance there were these two jumbo ladies who entered after me.  They annoyed the hell out of me.  From the moment they walked in they just started complaining.  First it was about how the lines were so long.  Next it was how the PO should have more people behind the counter so the lines could go faster.  Then it was the wondering of why people are taking so long.  From there it went to "I can't believe I have to be there.  Now I'm going to miss the bus and can't go home."  Finally, "I have no patience."  This took place over the course of 35mins. 

It was funny as I was standing there waiting.  I anticipated every excuse they might've said.  Sadly, I wish I didn't hear them.  How could you go to a PO and not expect any of that to happen?  If you wanted to get to your things on time, then go earlier.  Although I do wonder why they don't hire more postal workers, that has never changed over last decade.  Those jumbo ladies were even worse when they nagged on their cellphones. As if the PO wasn't quiet enough, they still felt the need to talk loud.  I just wanted to read my book, but found it hard to concentrate.  Thankfully I had my iPhone.  Sweet drowner of loud people.

On a final note, I was so ready to either tell them to shut up or slap the words out of their mouths.  How about that?

I melted my knuckle hair and burned my knuckles.  Hot dang that sucks.  I wonder though... if a hand or other body part is cooked throughly, can you still use it?  Haha, nevermind that one.

I do require some opinions though.  Where or what's a good place for a first date?  Be realistic now.