Oh geez! They should be happy you didn't run their asses over, not everyone would have been so accomodating....
I've run into people like that- in fact, the last time my husband went to the grocery store with me, I nearly had to smack some old wench who was just being obnoxious.
We were loading our stuff on the belt, and she kept "bumping into" my husband. She was older than dirt, smelled, clearly overdue for a good denture soaking....so he said "excuse me" to alert her to the fact that she was being an ass.
Naturally she turned it around and said he was trying to block her from being able to load her stuff, that she didn't "injure" him, etc. DH is a really really chivalrous guy- and plus, she was old, so he was just really hesitant to tell her what she could do with her cart. I'm not that nice- assholes come in all shapes, sizes and ages, just because they're old doesn't mean they can treat people like pond scum. I asked him several times to switch places with me, he refused (he knew I'd rip into her). So then it's finally time for us to leave, and I made my way around him and told her, "You got off easy, my husband feels sorry for old women even if they are gnarly bitches, but if you ever get your cart that close to ME- I'll hit you so hard with it, it'll have to be surgically removed". I was about 2 inches from her face when I said it, and she just looked at me.
I saw her again a week or so later at the store, I was there alone, and any time I started down the aisle she was in, she turned around and went another way. I never saw her again.
I've run into people like that- in fact, the last time my husband went to the grocery store with me, I nearly had to smack some old wench who was just being obnoxious.
We were loading our stuff on the belt, and she kept "bumping into" my husband. She was older than dirt, smelled, clearly overdue for a good denture soaking....so he said "excuse me" to alert her to the fact that she was being an ass.
Naturally she turned it around and said he was trying to block her from being able to load her stuff, that she didn't "injure" him, etc. DH is a really really chivalrous guy- and plus, she was old, so he was just really hesitant to tell her what she could do with her cart. I'm not that nice- assholes come in all shapes, sizes and ages, just because they're old doesn't mean they can treat people like pond scum. I asked him several times to switch places with me, he refused (he knew I'd rip into her). So then it's finally time for us to leave, and I made my way around him and told her, "You got off easy, my husband feels sorry for old women even if they are gnarly bitches, but if you ever get your cart that close to ME- I'll hit you so hard with it, it'll have to be surgically removed". I was about 2 inches from her face when I said it, and she just looked at me.
I saw her again a week or so later at the store, I was there alone, and any time I started down the aisle she was in, she turned around and went another way. I never saw her again.

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