Today, I went to do my groceries. It was a nice Friday afternoon. Everyone was at work, except me. It was perfect. I started my usual route, at the dairy products, working my way down each aisle, grabbing what I needed for the week. I was at peace. I could do all my groceries and get home before the kids got home from school. I am always courteous in the grocery story. I always move my cart out of the way if I have stopped to look at something.
Then…there are those annoying people who leave their damn carts in the middle of the aisle as they spend an eternity deciding what type of coffee they want.
There I stand, trying to look patient, hoping they have peripheral vision and can see me waiting, and move out of the way. Really, like why is it that people get real ignorant in the grocery store. Sometimes, I swear I feel like taking my cart and ramming them from behind and say “Do you see me now? Get the f out-of-the-way, it’s not your grocery story, share the aisle.”
But I don’t do that, I wait patiently as they slowly think and rethink, if it will be Folgers or Maxwell House.
I hate the grocery store!
“The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out with only a loaf of bread are three billion to one.”
― Erma Bombeck