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My birthday is on Monday. Because of financial strains on our friends, hubs and I decided to throw a dinner party at our expense. Friends will contribute some food stuffs but for the most part, we're taking care of the bulk. (i.e. the booze, the meat, yadda yadda).
So I decided to stop by Wynco and get the food at ubber cheap. Since its saturday, the place was packed. (Wynco is the Walmart of supermarkets around here, so imagine THAT congestion -- herds of people blocking off aisles, tempers flaring, etc.)
For the most part, I like to be the better person. I keep my mouth shut and move on, especially when it deals with an older person being an ass.
Today, however, the old bat caught me in an already bad mood. I couldn't get my new DL for WA because of stupid reasons, I hadn't eaten, I'm sick, I'm somewhat sleep deprived... the last thing I needed was someone being a douche.
I shall continue:
I stood next to the string beans for a while, holding on to the cart, staring past the sea of people in an attempt to remember what else I needed for dinner. My eyes spied the cilantro and did a mental "hurrah!" Because there were ten people (about) with just as many carts blocking my way to the Cilantro, I decided it would be easier to leave my cart behind and work my way to my goal.
So I did.
I bagged two bunches of cilantro, turned around and realized, oh goodness, its even more crowded! So I did something stupid: I tied the bag and threw it where my cart was. I could see that I overshot it and it had landed on the string beans. I squeezed my way through the throng of people, red faced.
"Oh man, I totally missed!" I blurted, reaching toward the bag of cilantro. Now mind you, as I did this, there was this short, old, latin woman reaching for the peas.
The old woman spins around at me then, and starts wagging her finger.
"YES YOU MISSED!" she blurts out, her eyes glaring at me. "And you almost HIT ME!"
I turn redder and begin to apologize as I've been taught to do when I've offended an older person. But before the word "sorry" can slip past my lips, I'm hit in the face with the bag of fucking cilantro. It sort of clings to my face for a split second and falls on by breasts and I catch it with the crook of my arm.
I'm no longer sorry. Now I'm irritated.
But I keep my mouth shut because, you know, she's an older woman.
"You're so FUCKING rude!" she continues, now tossing string beans everywhere. "Goddamned kids these days.. YOU ALMOST HIT ME! Didn't even apologize! So fucking RUDE!"
I tossed the cilantro into the basket, turn to her and just... suffered BTMF malfunction.
"You know what? If you would just get off your goddamned high horse once in a while, you would have realized I attempted to apologize. So I was a little immature--yeah, I should have NEVER tossed the bag at my basket. I admit it, I was wrong;however, you're just a cranky old bitch and I presume even an apology wouldn't do any good, so good day and fuck you too."
I then grabbed my cart and decided to high tail it out of there before I decided to punch her.
As I'm leaving, she starts cursing me out in Spanish.
I spin on my heel then and continue, "Just, SHUT THE FUCK UP, you old coot! Seriously! You talk about me being rude but you're just as ba-- just-- Fuck you! I am not in the mood to put up with this shit. Ugh."
I move on over to the meat section, just... seething. I couldn't believe the nerve of some people and worst of all, I couldn't believe the absolute failure of my BTMF.
My neighbor pats me on the soulder, says I should calm down and says "After you told her to fuck off and left, she took our picture. And she's now foll--"
M: -Stops dead in her tracks and starts laughing.- Are you fucking serious? She took our picture?
N: Yeah, she took our picture.
M: What the hell for? How immature! What is she going to do, go up to the manager and wave her cellphone in the poor guy's face and demand we not be allowed in here anymore?
N: -snickers-
M: I mean... it makes *so* much freakin' sense. I mean, isn't it just BRILLIANT that she'll take a picture of our backs... OH NO! I guess I Can NEVER wear my black dress and green sweater. And it was my favorite Wynco outfit too... What should I ever wear again?!
I turn around and realize the old woman's standing right there, red faced, unable to say anything else.
I felt a bit bad, and I wanted to simply apologize but ... I was also mad.
So I decided to just let it be and head to the check out lanes.
>.<
Seriously, had she just not gone into her little rant, I would have apologized even though *I knew* the cilantro had been *nowhere near hitting her*. (Neighbor and husband both said that at the most, the bag would have hit her hand.)
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And yes, I would be pissed if someone talked to my mother that way. Its part of the reason I feel bad *now* but in the heat of the moment, I didn't give a flying monkey arse.
So I decided to stop by Wynco and get the food at ubber cheap. Since its saturday, the place was packed. (Wynco is the Walmart of supermarkets around here, so imagine THAT congestion -- herds of people blocking off aisles, tempers flaring, etc.)
For the most part, I like to be the better person. I keep my mouth shut and move on, especially when it deals with an older person being an ass.
Today, however, the old bat caught me in an already bad mood. I couldn't get my new DL for WA because of stupid reasons, I hadn't eaten, I'm sick, I'm somewhat sleep deprived... the last thing I needed was someone being a douche.
I shall continue:
I stood next to the string beans for a while, holding on to the cart, staring past the sea of people in an attempt to remember what else I needed for dinner. My eyes spied the cilantro and did a mental "hurrah!" Because there were ten people (about) with just as many carts blocking my way to the Cilantro, I decided it would be easier to leave my cart behind and work my way to my goal.
So I did.
I bagged two bunches of cilantro, turned around and realized, oh goodness, its even more crowded! So I did something stupid: I tied the bag and threw it where my cart was. I could see that I overshot it and it had landed on the string beans. I squeezed my way through the throng of people, red faced.
"Oh man, I totally missed!" I blurted, reaching toward the bag of cilantro. Now mind you, as I did this, there was this short, old, latin woman reaching for the peas.
The old woman spins around at me then, and starts wagging her finger.
"YES YOU MISSED!" she blurts out, her eyes glaring at me. "And you almost HIT ME!"
I turn redder and begin to apologize as I've been taught to do when I've offended an older person. But before the word "sorry" can slip past my lips, I'm hit in the face with the bag of fucking cilantro. It sort of clings to my face for a split second and falls on by breasts and I catch it with the crook of my arm.
I'm no longer sorry. Now I'm irritated.
But I keep my mouth shut because, you know, she's an older woman.
"You're so FUCKING rude!" she continues, now tossing string beans everywhere. "Goddamned kids these days.. YOU ALMOST HIT ME! Didn't even apologize! So fucking RUDE!"
I tossed the cilantro into the basket, turn to her and just... suffered BTMF malfunction.
"You know what? If you would just get off your goddamned high horse once in a while, you would have realized I attempted to apologize. So I was a little immature--yeah, I should have NEVER tossed the bag at my basket. I admit it, I was wrong;however, you're just a cranky old bitch and I presume even an apology wouldn't do any good, so good day and fuck you too."
I then grabbed my cart and decided to high tail it out of there before I decided to punch her.
As I'm leaving, she starts cursing me out in Spanish.
I spin on my heel then and continue, "Just, SHUT THE FUCK UP, you old coot! Seriously! You talk about me being rude but you're just as ba-- just-- Fuck you! I am not in the mood to put up with this shit. Ugh."
I move on over to the meat section, just... seething. I couldn't believe the nerve of some people and worst of all, I couldn't believe the absolute failure of my BTMF.
My neighbor pats me on the soulder, says I should calm down and says "After you told her to fuck off and left, she took our picture. And she's now foll--"
M: -Stops dead in her tracks and starts laughing.- Are you fucking serious? She took our picture?
N: Yeah, she took our picture.
M: What the hell for? How immature! What is she going to do, go up to the manager and wave her cellphone in the poor guy's face and demand we not be allowed in here anymore?
N: -snickers-
M: I mean... it makes *so* much freakin' sense. I mean, isn't it just BRILLIANT that she'll take a picture of our backs... OH NO! I guess I Can NEVER wear my black dress and green sweater. And it was my favorite Wynco outfit too... What should I ever wear again?!
I turn around and realize the old woman's standing right there, red faced, unable to say anything else.
I felt a bit bad, and I wanted to simply apologize but ... I was also mad.
So I decided to just let it be and head to the check out lanes.
>.<
Seriously, had she just not gone into her little rant, I would have apologized even though *I knew* the cilantro had been *nowhere near hitting her*. (Neighbor and husband both said that at the most, the bag would have hit her hand.)
---
And yes, I would be pissed if someone talked to my mother that way. Its part of the reason I feel bad *now* but in the heat of the moment, I didn't give a flying monkey arse.
over the picture thing.
from a fellow Cinco de Mayo baby-
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