OK, enough is enough. They are remodeling, sort-of, the drugstore cum natural-stuff emporium where I get my medicines, drug-store stuff, and cereal.
They moved the cereal. Specifically the stuff I have been eating for over a decade now, because my gastroenterologist recommended it. They are the only place that stocks it on a regular basis, and so I buy it there rather than ordering it. And it moved!!!!!
It’s bad enough that the little corner of “healthy stuff” has expanded to take over half the store. It’s bad enough that the shifted other things around and made me play “hunt the toothpaste.” But my cereal? Really? Why can’t they just leave it across from the milk and frozen meals, where it has lived for lo this past decade?
No. First I looked among the cereals now on an island in the middle of the central aisle. Nope. Then I checked with the *shudder* super-healthy, ancient-grains, denser-than-depleted-uranium breads.
This was seriously starting to harsh my mellow. My head-cold had cranked up and added a cough, I had spent the morning administering a test I shouldn’t have had to, I’d just learned of one last faculty meeting, gas prices went up, there’s more road construction, and they relocated my cereal.
It now hides at the opposite end, opposite side, of the same row where it had lived before, on the bottom shelf. I snagged two boxes and checked out before I lost my temper entirely.
Come on, Universe, quit messing with my mind, please? There’s not that much left of it as it is.