Of course, I do...and some outings are fun and welcome. Others - well, not so much - you know, like going to the doctor or having to shop for groceries.
Jeff, over at the WVSR asked about things that get under your skin yesterday, and I left a comment that briefly touched on a recent incident that had me fuming.
It all starts like an average rant of mine...."I was at the Mart when....". All manner of crazy can happen. I go into the ordeal knowing I will encounter "The Wall of Family" - usually 4 or more people with one cart, but they walk side by side, thusly making any attempt at getting around them impossible. Then you have "The Campers" - The campers will station themselves in front of something and proceed to read every label of every product from the top shelf to the bottom. Most of the time, the product in question is the same as everything one might find there. Either know what ya want or throw something in your cart and move on. My daughter wants those Dora band-aids you are blocking from me. They may as well pitch a tent and get real comfy, because I know they'll be there when I make my 2nd or even 3rd pass by that aisle.
However, last week, was the kicker. The store, as per usual, had a limited number of check out lines open. I queued up and was 3rd in one of the shorter lines I spied. Patron #1 had 2 carts of clothing and was using a clothing voucher.
That's fine, I don't have any problems with that. If you need help to provide your children with school clothes, then that's what those programs are for. Children shouldn't have to go without essential clothing items for school. OK, fine, whatever.
When the last item rung up, the mom still had $20 left on the voucher. $20 is $20 and that can purchase quite a bit at the Mart. I get that.
But, the woman left her children and 2 carts at the register while she ran back to the kids' clothing department to WHAT? Do more shopping! Yep-a-roo.
Thanks to my MS, my back gets very "cranky" when I have to stand for too long. 45 minutes of standing, my back aching and feeling like I might pass out at any moment, we finally moved up a notch.
It took us nearly an hour to get checked out. I had 2 whiny children and my Ativan was wearing off.
For the love of Pete, people, do not go back out shopping while you are in the check out. I don't care if there are 2 adults and one runs to get an item while the other handles the transaction, but 1 person? Plan better next time. Thanks!
Happy Friday, hooligans! I'm looking forward to my lunch date with fellow bloggers, who are also friends. I've met all of them but one and I feel very confident she is not an axe murderer or weirdo. :-)
Me and weirdos seem to click. Axe murderers? Probably not so much. Plus, I have to drag Sissy along. The Sullen Teenager does not want to join us. Imagine my best Valley Girl voice, "Whaaaaateeeever".
Enjoy your weekend!