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So, as if last night was interesting today was even more so.
I went to Sam's today to do our monthly grocery run (yes I know; SO works at a grocery store, but I think for what we get, Sam's works better for us). I had an errand to run on St. Charles, so I went to this particular location. It's currently being renovated, so some of the parking spaces are blocked off. Which mean's parking is a pain in the butt right now.
Somehow I manage to score a really good spot, go in, do my shopping and an hour or so later, walk out with my purchases.
As I'm standing by my car, looking for my keys, I hear a car honk behind me. I ignore it as I think that someone is going down the wrong way again. People can't seem to follow the arrows. I find my keys and open my trunk and start loading. Another honk, this time longer and seemingly right behind me. I glance back to look and see some old guy in a huge caddy doing the wrap it up motion. I give him a "you've got to be kidding me" look. I can't lift more than 20lbs without hurting myself, and those cases of drinks can get very heavy. Add to that it's about 40 degrees, and my fingers are cold, I'm not going to be moving very fast anytime soon.
So I take my time, loading my car, and this guy continues to honk at me in short bursts. I continue to ignore him. A moment or so later, I hear a voice. Oh dear lord, the passenger in his car, in this case, his wife, has gone along to hurry me along.
Me: hello!
Crazy Woman (CW): who else?
CW: Excuse me! Can you hurry any faster?
Me: *stops mid turn with a case of Coke* What? I can only move as fast as I can. Did you notice it's cold and my cart is full? *after all, I'd just started loading my car, so yeah*
CW: Well hurry! My husband doesn't have time to wait all day.
Me: *sets the case of Coke in my trunk and turns back to her* Lady, in the time that you've decided to come up and bitch at me, and your husband has decided to be rude and honk his horn at me, you could have parked anywhere
CW: Well...hurry!
Me: *folds my arms and smiles sweetly* Tell you what. You find someone with +5 Packing Skills and Endurance to Elements to load my car and I'll be out of your way pronto.
The lady gives me a cat butt face, storms back to her car and slams the door as hard as she can. The next thing I know, the guy goes zooming past me, flipping me off as he does, narrowly missing my cart. I did manage to get his license plate number. I just wish there had been a police officer nearby to deal with this idiot and his wife.
I went to Sam's today to do our monthly grocery run (yes I know; SO works at a grocery store, but I think for what we get, Sam's works better for us). I had an errand to run on St. Charles, so I went to this particular location. It's currently being renovated, so some of the parking spaces are blocked off. Which mean's parking is a pain in the butt right now.
Somehow I manage to score a really good spot, go in, do my shopping and an hour or so later, walk out with my purchases.
As I'm standing by my car, looking for my keys, I hear a car honk behind me. I ignore it as I think that someone is going down the wrong way again. People can't seem to follow the arrows. I find my keys and open my trunk and start loading. Another honk, this time longer and seemingly right behind me. I glance back to look and see some old guy in a huge caddy doing the wrap it up motion. I give him a "you've got to be kidding me" look. I can't lift more than 20lbs without hurting myself, and those cases of drinks can get very heavy. Add to that it's about 40 degrees, and my fingers are cold, I'm not going to be moving very fast anytime soon.
So I take my time, loading my car, and this guy continues to honk at me in short bursts. I continue to ignore him. A moment or so later, I hear a voice. Oh dear lord, the passenger in his car, in this case, his wife, has gone along to hurry me along.
Me: hello!
Crazy Woman (CW): who else?
CW: Excuse me! Can you hurry any faster?
Me: *stops mid turn with a case of Coke* What? I can only move as fast as I can. Did you notice it's cold and my cart is full? *after all, I'd just started loading my car, so yeah*
CW: Well hurry! My husband doesn't have time to wait all day.
Me: *sets the case of Coke in my trunk and turns back to her* Lady, in the time that you've decided to come up and bitch at me, and your husband has decided to be rude and honk his horn at me, you could have parked anywhere
CW: Well...hurry!
Me: *folds my arms and smiles sweetly* Tell you what. You find someone with +5 Packing Skills and Endurance to Elements to load my car and I'll be out of your way pronto.
The lady gives me a cat butt face, storms back to her car and slams the door as hard as she can. The next thing I know, the guy goes zooming past me, flipping me off as he does, narrowly missing my cart. I did manage to get his license plate number. I just wish there had been a police officer nearby to deal with this idiot and his wife.
Dammit, EQ!
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