FFS.

First, it took me over an hour to get to Total Wine from East LA because of a fucking accident on the 10.

Then, after leaving Total Wine, just a few blocks from my house I saw a poor woman collapsed on the street wailing over her dead dog.

THEN, I just opened my bag from Total Wine, and instead of the Jack Daniels I ordered, I see two bottles of champagne.

I am not well pleased.