I'm just ticked off. Mike was all, "Come on, let's go to the mall and look at more rings! I want to look around a bit more and ask about payment plans." He was in a huge rush to get out and wouldn't even let me put my laundry away before leaving. So, we get there and then he's like, "Nevermind...I don't feel like it anymore." So we proceed to wander around the mall aimlessly even after I tell him we should just leave.
Now almost two hours of my afternoon has been wasted, nothing was accomplished, I wasted gas in my car, and I still have to get home and do laundry. Yet, he doesn't understand why I am now in a bad mood.
*growls*