Inanimate Objects Must Die

I worked at CVS this evening and I swear it must be a full moon. Besides the weirdos, the drunks, the drunk tramps (yes there is a difference), and the geezers...those are the normal Saturday night visitors - the mechanical objects seem to be in cahoots to aggravate the crap out of us.

Everything - the doors (yes the automatic doors went off track), the vacuum, and even the receipt printer went array.

I was "this close" (imagine my fingers about an inch apart) to taking a large hammer to something inanimate that was defying me.

What can I say? I was tired and lacked caffeine.