Ode to a psycho

I can't let this go by without a mention.

I encountered a very common form of female while on a little trip to Rainbow Foods tonight. She is known as "marriage obsessed twenty-something." The girl in question shall remain nameless because, well, I don't know her name. I only caught a little bit of her conversation but I certainly had a hard time keeping my laughter in while within earshot.

I am not normally one to eavesdrop, but sometimes it's just not avoidable. Here I was, roaming up and down the aisle attempting to decide what kind of pizza to buy for Thursday night must-see-TV (we'll get to that later). I happened to hear a raised voice and one that sounded none too happy. I finally decided on Margherita California Pizza Kitchen yummy goodness when I heard it.

"Do I have to spell it out for you? I want a f&#*ing ring!"

I mean really? You're going to have that conversation on your phone while in a public place?

Most people who know me well know that if there is one thing that I hate, it's a bridezilla. And to whoever the guy was on the other end of the phone... get out now. If she's this bad as a girlfriend, think about how she'll be as a fiancee planning a wedding.