I Had An Anxiety Attack at Sam's

and it wasn't pretty.

WC and I were going to Sam's to pick up snacks for P's t-ball game Thursday: small bottles of G2 and peanut butter crackers (not poisonous!).

I put it in park and no one was parked next to me, so I opened my door and before I knew what was happening a guy in a big truck came out of nowhere and hit my door as he was pulling in.

I won't bore you with all the details, but after he insinuated that it was my fault and starting whipping out his camera phone to take pictures of the damage to his front bumper and acting like I was going to have to pay to fix his truck, I pretty much burst into tears. Of course WC saying "Why'd you hit our car?" alternated with asking the guy "Want a pretzel?" wasn't helping.

Since my anxiety manifests itself with tears and a giant lump in my throat that won't let me speak, I mumbled that I would just have my husband come and handle this. I absolutely suck at confrontation. And the craziest part is I used to be on the debate team- and I was damn good at Lincoln-Douglas!

Of course the fabulous negotiator hubs swooped in and solved the world's problems for me.

I still cried my way through Sam's and the hubs is trying to convince me to have a Mike's Hard Pomegranate Lemonade (thanks Missouri!) to relax, although I am desperately trying to lose 14.6 pounds by my Mexico trip in July, and I just started my dietary restrictions at 1 pm today after Girl's Lunch and I hate to spoil that with alcohol.

Should I have one anyway???????