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As many people know, we're digging out of ANOTHER storm here in the northeast. Last night after work (around 10pm), I hit the market before it got too bad, to get biscuit-making materials (damn you, Lupo, for making me want biscuits...), and a few other things I knew I needed.
No, not milk and bread. Neither of those came near my basket (although I did notice this morning that I'm low on milk - d'oh).
I decided, while at the store, to grab some tortillas and salsa for a snack. I'm supposed to be going low-sodium, but the siren song of salsa was calling me. Following my tastebuds, I waded through the crowds of people trying to check out, over to the chips & salsa aisle. Made the turn, and came upon...
A group of women. Now these four women were not shopping together. Rather, they all met up randomly at the market and decided to start CHATTING.
With their six carts.
And three kids. At least, I think it was only three kids... I saw one woman meet up with her husband later, and he had another two in tow. None of the kids were older than 5. At 1030PM, none of these kids were happy.
So, to recap: four women, three kids, six shopping carts. All squeezed into the aisle of a typical NYC supermarket at 1030 at night.
In other words, there was absolutely no space left.
Fiance put his hand on my arm, because he could see me starting to wind myself up to say something snarky (and probably kinda nasty) to these women. Something along the lines of "this is NOT your front parlor, there are OTHER people here, and SOME of us would like to get home before the storm gets bad! MOVE IT."
Good Fiance, keeping me from making a scene (or pulling a Lupo, as I was calling it last night). I growled "ex-CUSE me!" as I pushed through the middle of the group. They continued their clucking, no concern whatsoever for the people trying to get their shopping done. Another shopper with a large, fully-loaded cart was coming from the other direction, and I went passive-aggressive:
"Sorry, no way of getting through on this side. Some People don't understand the courtesy of leaving room for other carts."
I got a snerk and an eye roll from the commiserating shopper. At this point, there were people on either side of the group, trying to push through, and failing.
Doesn't it figure, the chips and salsa I wanted were directly behind one of the women? And my rather polite "excuse me, can I get behind you?" went ignored.
Darling Fiance grabbed my arm again. This time, though, I think he was worried I was gonna bite the woman. These were the LAST two items I needed before checkout, and she was IN MY WAY. *growl*
So all I did was reach behind her and grab my chips. I might have bumped her shoulder a bit... Just a bit! I swear! But she *did* move before I accidentally thumped her in the kidneys with the salsa.
I wish I'd taken a picture of this group. They took up an unbelievable amount of space. I also wish I'd actually gone Lupo on their asses and TOLD them how rude they were being!
No, not milk and bread. Neither of those came near my basket (although I did notice this morning that I'm low on milk - d'oh).
I decided, while at the store, to grab some tortillas and salsa for a snack. I'm supposed to be going low-sodium, but the siren song of salsa was calling me. Following my tastebuds, I waded through the crowds of people trying to check out, over to the chips & salsa aisle. Made the turn, and came upon...
A group of women. Now these four women were not shopping together. Rather, they all met up randomly at the market and decided to start CHATTING.
With their six carts.
And three kids. At least, I think it was only three kids... I saw one woman meet up with her husband later, and he had another two in tow. None of the kids were older than 5. At 1030PM, none of these kids were happy.
So, to recap: four women, three kids, six shopping carts. All squeezed into the aisle of a typical NYC supermarket at 1030 at night.
In other words, there was absolutely no space left.
Fiance put his hand on my arm, because he could see me starting to wind myself up to say something snarky (and probably kinda nasty) to these women. Something along the lines of "this is NOT your front parlor, there are OTHER people here, and SOME of us would like to get home before the storm gets bad! MOVE IT."
Good Fiance, keeping me from making a scene (or pulling a Lupo, as I was calling it last night). I growled "ex-CUSE me!" as I pushed through the middle of the group. They continued their clucking, no concern whatsoever for the people trying to get their shopping done. Another shopper with a large, fully-loaded cart was coming from the other direction, and I went passive-aggressive:
"Sorry, no way of getting through on this side. Some People don't understand the courtesy of leaving room for other carts."
I got a snerk and an eye roll from the commiserating shopper. At this point, there were people on either side of the group, trying to push through, and failing.
Doesn't it figure, the chips and salsa I wanted were directly behind one of the women? And my rather polite "excuse me, can I get behind you?" went ignored.
Darling Fiance grabbed my arm again. This time, though, I think he was worried I was gonna bite the woman. These were the LAST two items I needed before checkout, and she was IN MY WAY. *growl*
So all I did was reach behind her and grab my chips. I might have bumped her shoulder a bit... Just a bit! I swear! But she *did* move before I accidentally thumped her in the kidneys with the salsa.
I wish I'd taken a picture of this group. They took up an unbelievable amount of space. I also wish I'd actually gone Lupo on their asses and TOLD them how rude they were being!
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