Is there anything worse than going to the grocery store with 5 children? 5 hungry children? 5 hungry, tired, fighting children? 5 hungry, tired, fighting, whiny, throwing stuff in my cart behind my back children?
Pap smear? Nope.
Phone call from the IRS? Nope.
Root canal? I doubt it.
Oh and I would like to send out an apology to the woman buying the Pamprin, tampons and Ibuprofen for my children running over you with my very full shopping cart. My bad. That's quite a dirty look you've got. Congratulations.