And yes it was WalMart, but I digress.
I know this particular WalMart so very well. I had to only pick up a couple things, so amidst the pandamonium that is WalMart, I took side aisles & stuff to get my things. Then I jettisoned to the 20 items or less checkout. It is usualy a long line, but I don't care. It wasn't better then the others checkouts.
Just as I arrive and get in line, two old ladies park it behind me. Well, kind of they stand to the side with their cards blocking inbetween checkouts. Eventually they form a line. Just behind me is a lady with an EMPTY cart holding some kind of marker in her hand. The lady behind her (a friend) actually has things in her cart. Fine, whatever my mom always uses a cart because she has a hard time walking. The lady behind me parted ways with a younger gentleman (her son?) & he said something about pulling the car up and empty card lady says something about needing to go to customer service after this (I pitty them out of principle). I think son guy left for a reason...anyway...
I am standing there in line behind a guy who prolly had exactly 20 items. I don't care, whatever. I got myself a new haircut & I am in a good mood.
Until...empty cart lady behind me starts putting her cart "ever so gently" into my lower thigh over & over again. And, no, it's not like she has nerve problems...no she wasn't shaking. WTF was up with that. I put my basket I was using down and look over at her like "what the hell lady?" I glare at her & honestly I wanted to say something like, "Wanna see how far that cart fits up your ass?" But, I try to be a good person as opposed to evil youth of America...
She stops after my glare of disbelief and I get through & take off.
What was with the cart---thehippie abuse?
Oh, not to mention, just as I was trying to pull into get my hair cut I almost slam into a dumbass who decides that the lane she is in isn't going fast enough...or that she needs to turn or something (all the lights were red, however) & it's been snowing here for 2 days but this time... They swerve into the the turning lane as I was about to be there & I have to slam on my breaks and of course I skid to a stop and start pounding my stearing wheel because this move was horn worthy. My favorite: blind swerve without checking mirrors or blind-spots. I would probably be more incline to not care but 1 in 2 people in Montana do not carry any form of vehicle insurance (and yes it's illegal). And judging by this lady's POS, I could assume I would be the only one with insurance. Although, she would have gotten a very hefty fine...
I know this particular WalMart so very well. I had to only pick up a couple things, so amidst the pandamonium that is WalMart, I took side aisles & stuff to get my things. Then I jettisoned to the 20 items or less checkout. It is usualy a long line, but I don't care. It wasn't better then the others checkouts.
Just as I arrive and get in line, two old ladies park it behind me. Well, kind of they stand to the side with their cards blocking inbetween checkouts. Eventually they form a line. Just behind me is a lady with an EMPTY cart holding some kind of marker in her hand. The lady behind her (a friend) actually has things in her cart. Fine, whatever my mom always uses a cart because she has a hard time walking. The lady behind me parted ways with a younger gentleman (her son?) & he said something about pulling the car up and empty card lady says something about needing to go to customer service after this (I pitty them out of principle). I think son guy left for a reason...anyway...
I am standing there in line behind a guy who prolly had exactly 20 items. I don't care, whatever. I got myself a new haircut & I am in a good mood.
Until...empty cart lady behind me starts putting her cart "ever so gently" into my lower thigh over & over again. And, no, it's not like she has nerve problems...no she wasn't shaking. WTF was up with that. I put my basket I was using down and look over at her like "what the hell lady?" I glare at her & honestly I wanted to say something like, "Wanna see how far that cart fits up your ass?" But, I try to be a good person as opposed to evil youth of America...
She stops after my glare of disbelief and I get through & take off.
What was with the cart---thehippie abuse?
Oh, not to mention, just as I was trying to pull into get my hair cut I almost slam into a dumbass who decides that the lane she is in isn't going fast enough...or that she needs to turn or something (all the lights were red, however) & it's been snowing here for 2 days but this time... They swerve into the the turning lane as I was about to be there & I have to slam on my breaks and of course I skid to a stop and start pounding my stearing wheel because this move was horn worthy. My favorite: blind swerve without checking mirrors or blind-spots. I would probably be more incline to not care but 1 in 2 people in Montana do not carry any form of vehicle insurance (and yes it's illegal). And judging by this lady's POS, I could assume I would be the only one with insurance. Although, she would have gotten a very hefty fine...
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