Do You Have ZTFI?

It appears the longer I live, the closer I get to developing this terminal disease.  I was helping out with a Dollar Store revision earlier this week.  It required removing all the gift cards from their current location in the cabinets and moving them to a new location.  While three of us diligently worked to do this, people kept walking into the card aisle and complaining that the cards were gone.  It was impossible not to notice the full boxes of cards all over the floor that were in the process of relocation.  However, people continued to complain.  The worst was an older woman who, while we were trying to replace the cards into their new pockets, stood right in the middle of the cabinet we were working and with a heavy sigh, said "This is ridiculous."  It took everything I had to not to look her straight in the eye and say, "The only ridiculous thing about it is you standing in the middle of this mess."   It's people like that that give ZTFI the possibility of existence.