Going Postal

Ever had one of those days?

I know I was in a hurry and thus expanded on the situation, but good lord the angry white male just about made an appearance.

I needed to go to somewhere and before I did that I needed to stop by a bank (not mine) to make a payment. My daughter wanted something from a fast food joint so I agree to stop there first. I needed to return home with the food since she didn't want to go. No problem. If I knew what was coming. It would have been better anyway.
20 minutes in the Drive-Thru wasn't enough. I'm only allowed to legally make the right turn out of their parking lot and down the freeway. I enter the On Ramp and I am greeted by a 3 mile long Traffic Jam. I just need to go down to the next exit but that takes another 20 minutes.
So I accomplish the task and return the food home and thus I'm on my way. Traffic in our small town isn't Los Angeles rated, but to the bank it was bad enough.
I enter the bank and immediately wonder which country I'm in. I must be the only English speaking individual in the entire building. I also note I'm going to be customer #16 waiting in line. Over 20 tellers and I'm still about 15 minutes from being helped.
The teller notes my bank name on my check and asks if I'm happy with them?
Uh yeah..I don't have to wait in my bank.
Returning from my appointment later in the night I think maybe some KFC would be nice for Dinner. I haven't had it in awhile so I pull up and walk in.
Piece of cake I think no waiting.
The cashier takes my order and starts to fill it.
She comes back and says "They are out of Chicken".
OMG....are you serious?
15 Minutes for it to be cooked is what I'm told.
I swear to god that by any International Law, I had the right to kill everyone there but I step back and take a breath.
"Why didn't you tell me this before you took my money?"
"Well we have chicken, just not the type you want".
I think that probably makes perfect sense in what ever country she originally is from.
I ask for my money back and I get a look like I'm nuts. I tell her the only other option isn't going to be as friendly. She returns my money, but only after a manager (younger than the cashier)is forced to cast a spell or something that takes another 5 minutes.
In this economy I am amazed at the lack of service a customer gets in any store.
WalMart is busier than ever and people need employment, yet there are only 2-3 registers open on any given day with twice the number of employees "guarding" the exits. Like the 80 year old lady in the scooter posing as a security guard is going to stop someone anyway.
I just would like to get whatever I need, as quick as possible, and leave with the least amount of resistance on my way home.
Is that too much to ask?