Dd1 realised that her swimming costume was too small and her new one was at Gran's. She had her first school swimming today. My fault I know, we should have been more organised. She took her ill fitting costume and ran in to ask what time they go swimming. 10am she told me. I told her to keep her old costume with her just in case but I would be able to get her another cosy that fits in time. She then told me that DH had not filled her water bottle for lunch so I told her I'd leave a drink in with her swimming cosy.
Her school is a 5 minute walk from the town or 15 minutes to Gran's and there is no guarantee Gran would be able to find the costume. I decide going to get a new cosy would be easiest.
Shop 1: The Post Office, to get money out to buy the cosy. I had to queue for 20 minutes. Which would be fair enough, but out of 12 desks, they only had 5 open and the cashiers spent more time talking to pensioners about up coming holidays than they did serving people
Why can't they just sodding well serve people? Why the chatting when the queue is getting longer and longer? FFS.
Shop 2: The hairdressers. I realised she would not have packed a brush because she was rushing about, so I called in to get her a new one on my way past. There was no queue. It should have been simple, no? It wasn't. The server answered the phone half way through serving me, he'd already taken my money, so I had to wait while he sorted out next weeks hours withe the area manager until I got my change 
Shop 3: The Sports shop. This was fairly straight forward, but they managed to piss me off anyway because apparently they don't do carrier bags anymore, you have to pay £1 for their bags for life 
Shop 4: I still had just over 20 minutes left, so called in to get her a new towel from Primark. Again no queue. But of course the towel I selected had not been put into the computer till system or something, again they wandered off with my money, leaving me to wait for my towel and my change.
Shop 5: The newsagents. A young lad in front of me trying to buy fags except he had no money, after the fourth time he asked "Well how much are Superkings? I have £3.50" I had lost the will to live and gave him a quid so I could get served.
I made it back to the school just as she was getting onto the school bus very flustered and annoyed.
Why do things like this always happen when you're in a rush? And would it BU to open the wine already?