Give me a break

After over 6 hours in the library, surrounded by 4 walls, no sunshine, and over-intensive students, I decided to call it a day. Little did I know that the day definitely wasn't over yet...

• As I wait in the crowd for the elevator to exit the library, a hyper lad thinks, for some reason, it is perfectly acceptable to squeeze his way in front of me in the line. Considering the library is the center of student life at LSE, elevator queues can get quite populated. I turn to the boy and say "Excuse, but I've been waiting here" he replies with a cocky "Oh, I didn't see you there." And to that I respond, "Oh, I see you conveniently overlooked me and the 10 other people standing here in order to advance your place in line. I realize you may have someplace extremely important to get to such as a Goldman Sachs interview and I realize you are probably an extremely competitive human-being, however that isn't going to help you in this situation. It's an elevator." I'm pretty sure he's never had a female tell him like it is and with that he quivered to the back of the line. I was in no mood to be putting up with BS. That's what the library will do to ya...
• For some reason my leopard loafers still haven't come to be one with my feet, resulting in never-ending and ever-expanding blisters. As I'm hobbling my way off campus I am in dire need of those special blister bandaids, so I take the long way home (through the financial district to St. Paul's) in search of a pharmacy (specifically Superdrug - I had a coupon, you know how that is).  
• I came across a Boot's Chemist, which looked like it was my best bet. I also needed to get body wash, it took me 10 minutes just to locate the aisle, then another 10 to find an exfoliating version. In my search for body wash I found myself in the dry shampoo section. I just ran out of dry shampoo and recently read about a certain brand that is highly recommended. Sure enough Batiste dry shampoo was right before of my eyes. Surely it was a sign! So I make my way to the mirror to do a quick test spray. Totally normal, right? Well not so. Before the substance even hits my scalp two sales associates corner me asking if "I need any help" and I say "Oh no thank you" but before I can even finish the reply, they question me about what I was doing. I didn't think it was a big deal, I told them I was just trying the dry shampoo real quick before I buy it. I get a stern "That is considered THEFT. You can't use a product before purchase." In my head I'm thinking WTF??!?! It cost 3 pounds! But I simply say "Oh I am so sorry I had no idea! " The sales girls say "Well, are you buying it?" ummmm obviously, yes, considering if I don't that's probably really theft and I'll be arrested. I tell them "Oh of course I just need to get some band-aids first." They proceed to escort me down the stairs to the bandaid section and WAIT for me, inside my personal bubble I may add. After about 5 minutes of looking at the bandaids they question me "Are you ready?" With this my head was imploding, my heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. If you know me, my average trip to the supermarket can last 2 hours... I like to compare every option. I just wanted to get the hell out of there so I grabbed some random plasters (1 package of which I just found out was oversized burn bandages - perfect for the next kitchen fire!). The ladies paid no attention to any other customers throughout this ENTIRE time and walked me right out of the store! Do I really look like I would steal something? No less something so insignificant??! Give me a break! Loosen up!!!