So I dared to make the trip to Wal-Mart on a Saturday. Hell, it was too nice out to sit inside. I needed a leisurely 10 mile drive. And I needed a few things. I was in a really good mood, so I figured I could handle the Saturday Hordes.
I was in the intimates, looking for some socks (all my socks have holes in the big toe). I parked my cart and looked for my size. This lady started vulturing by me. There was plenty of room to go around me. There were other small aisles around me. But no. She HAD to go down this one. *You know how there are lots of small aisles in the intimates section*. She sat there for what had to be 5 minutes waiting for me. Stupid cow.
Then some undershirts caught my attention. Rather than the male "wife beaters", which have a higher neckline, these were made just for girls. Same material and idea, but lower cut. Oooh my! Must have! I was looking for one in each color in my size (when I like something, I must have it in ALL colors!).
Well, I was just about to the last color, grey, when I heard a woman talking. This woman had to be mentally disabled, and the other woman with her was probably her guardian. They walked up nearby me and were looking at undies. The girl kept saying "Where's Stella? Where's Stella? WHERE IS SHE? Where is STELLA?!" and her guardian was pretty much trying to calm her down.
Then an electric scooter approached and promptly ran into my cart and sent it rolling a few feet. That was Stella.
The mentally disabled girl started yelling at me. She stomped right up to me and said "YOU RAN INTO STELLA! YOU RAN INTO HER! YOU POLOGIZE TO HER RIGHT NOW!"
I didn't want to start anything, so I just muttered "Sorry", and she then started on some incomprehendable tirade. I honestly felt bad for the girl. But damn...Stella ran into ME!
How nice. I just got chewed out by a mentally disabled person. But I didn't get too upset over it. I kept on my merry way. I hope her guardian was able to calm her down.
Anyway, on my way home, I wanted to stop at McDonalds. As I got back on the highway, I stopped at a red light. Two teenage boys in a Buick LeSabre pulled up next to me.
They stared. I kind of nodded at them. The passenger signaled at me to roll down my window. Remember, my window crank is broken. Not that I would have rolled it down anyway.
They revved the engine. I rolled my eyes. That don't impress me, boys.
So I ignored them. The light turned green. The boys took off. When they realized they were too far ahead and losing me quick, they slowed down. They decided to go neck and neck with me. GREAT.....
I decided to be a bitch.
I looked behind me to check that the coast was clear. The boys were still holding hands with my car and trying to get my attention.
I jerked the wheel to the left, making it look like I was going to side swipe them and send them flying. I jerked it back immediately.
I think they both shat their pants. They then gunned it and took the next left.
Stupid kids.
I was in the intimates, looking for some socks (all my socks have holes in the big toe). I parked my cart and looked for my size. This lady started vulturing by me. There was plenty of room to go around me. There were other small aisles around me. But no. She HAD to go down this one. *You know how there are lots of small aisles in the intimates section*. She sat there for what had to be 5 minutes waiting for me. Stupid cow.
Then some undershirts caught my attention. Rather than the male "wife beaters", which have a higher neckline, these were made just for girls. Same material and idea, but lower cut. Oooh my! Must have! I was looking for one in each color in my size (when I like something, I must have it in ALL colors!).
Well, I was just about to the last color, grey, when I heard a woman talking. This woman had to be mentally disabled, and the other woman with her was probably her guardian. They walked up nearby me and were looking at undies. The girl kept saying "Where's Stella? Where's Stella? WHERE IS SHE? Where is STELLA?!" and her guardian was pretty much trying to calm her down.
Then an electric scooter approached and promptly ran into my cart and sent it rolling a few feet. That was Stella.
The mentally disabled girl started yelling at me. She stomped right up to me and said "YOU RAN INTO STELLA! YOU RAN INTO HER! YOU POLOGIZE TO HER RIGHT NOW!"
I didn't want to start anything, so I just muttered "Sorry", and she then started on some incomprehendable tirade. I honestly felt bad for the girl. But damn...Stella ran into ME!
How nice. I just got chewed out by a mentally disabled person. But I didn't get too upset over it. I kept on my merry way. I hope her guardian was able to calm her down.
Anyway, on my way home, I wanted to stop at McDonalds. As I got back on the highway, I stopped at a red light. Two teenage boys in a Buick LeSabre pulled up next to me.
They stared. I kind of nodded at them. The passenger signaled at me to roll down my window. Remember, my window crank is broken. Not that I would have rolled it down anyway.
They revved the engine. I rolled my eyes. That don't impress me, boys.
So I ignored them. The light turned green. The boys took off. When they realized they were too far ahead and losing me quick, they slowed down. They decided to go neck and neck with me. GREAT.....
I decided to be a bitch.
I looked behind me to check that the coast was clear. The boys were still holding hands with my car and trying to get my attention.
I jerked the wheel to the left, making it look like I was going to side swipe them and send them flying. I jerked it back immediately.
I think they both shat their pants. They then gunned it and took the next left.
Stupid kids.
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