I'm such a prima donna bitch sometimes

Last night I needed to run out and get some foundation. Chanel is the best and is the only thing that keeps my skin under control. And I was out. AND I had a big meeting today along with a holiday lunch.

So I decided to brave the mall with the Man. Pulled down one aisle, not expecting to luck out and I see someone pulling out and no one else is in sight. So I got to vulture the spot. Turned on my signal and waited for them to adjust their mirrors, seat belts and take their own sweet time pulling out. The finally did and headed down the aisle towards me.

And as I hit my gas, some chick in a minivan swoops in and pulls into my spot. That I waited patiently to have. Patiently, mind you.

I was shocked at myself when I laid on the horn of the Beemer in anger. Relieved that I didn't flip her the bird. The Man was horrified. I got embarrassed and started to pull away -- when lo and behold, she realized what she'd done and pulled BACK OUT.

It was a Christmas miracle, I thought. At least until the Man interrupted my glee to tell me -- she probably thinks you're a total rich bitch.

Yikes. Could it be true?

Merry Frickin' Christmas.