This is so depressing I'm sitting in the Petsmart parking lot waiting for it to open. It's early morning, not a lot of people around. The sky is blue, the sun is warm and I can hear little birds peeping in the trees around my car.  Suddenly a huge butterbeast walks across my field of vision, a 300LB-er  wearing legging and flip-flops. My mood of quiet contemplation has been effectively ruined. Anyone else ever get cockblocked out of a good mood by the eaters of feelings?