I went to the Gas-N-Stuff this morning, as I do every work morning, and while I'm paying for my soft drink this dingbat (a past, and so far only, Dumbass of the Day recipient in this 'blog) asks me, "Are you in a good mood today?"

I frowned and answered that I was, and she countered with, "Well you sure don't look like it?"

"Well, maybe I was in a good mood before you asked me that stupid question. At any rate, my mood is actually none of your business."

"Man, maybe you should go home and get up on the other side of the bed."

"Maybe you should go fuck yourself."

Having my mental state questioned by a perfect stranger first thing in the morning, while annoying enough in itself, reveals a bigger problem. It seems that VigilanteGirl has been making my mood a topic of conversation at work.

I may need to give her a spanking or something. That would certainly cheer me up.