You know you're PMSing when...

Costco won't let you pick up your photos (that will complete Dad's Christmas present) and you take the following actions:

1. You start out by frantically looking through the "M" file at the photo counter and making your frustration with your envelope's missing status known by exhaling loudly.

2. You get remarkably annoyed with the Costco employee who can't spell Morgan, possibly the least unique last name of all time.

3. You attempt taking control of the situation by going to the "Costco Photo Center confirmation email" via your handy Samsung and act completely impatient as you wait to "connect."

4. When the "Photo Expert" finally finds your photos and innocently admits to having spelled Morgan wrong (after already correcting him, see #1 above) you wait 'til he looks away and roll your eyes in total aggravation.

5. After being told your card is expired and he cannot sell you your already printed photos, you act like a total hag saying things like "Well, obviously I'm not paying the $50 renewal fee right now so that I can pick up photos that cost $3...on Christmas eve"

6. In response to the question, "Do you want us to hold them for you for another day?" you sharply reply with "Well I don't want you to throw them away!"

7. Last, you leave the store, get in your car...and start to cry uncontrollably!

Note: This is a NON-FICTION story!

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