I went to the grocery store this afternoon and here are two examples of why I hate grocery shopping.
A woman was on the spice and flour aisle. She stopped and started several times at one end of the aisle. I moved to go around her and the freak sped up. Like she couldn’t believe someone would pass her in the grocery store. I’m not kidding when I say I thought I was going to have to break into a run to get down the aisle.
While in line an older couple got behind me. The woman in front of me had a cold and I don’t believe in crowding someone at the register. I know everyone knows how much everyone else spends at the grocery store what with the big register display screens and all, but I like to pretend that there’s some privacy when the total comes up. Plus the woman had a raging cold. I was not going to step any closer to her until I had to. This was not good enough for the old bat behind me. She pushed my cart into me in excess of ten times. Had I been just a little testier (like I was yesterday) she would have had her ears burned off with my rage.