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...and I have a bruise on my ass cheek!!
So, I got back to my hometown late last night with my parents after driving for a little over 12 hours, and today, I spent some time with my mom, just the two of us running around town and doing stuff. As we were getting ready to come back home, I asked to stop at a grocery store, because I buy my own food while I'm home, at least the stuff that only I eat, because it doesn't make sense to have them stack up on stuff that's just for me.
anyways, I'm heading through the frozen food aisles, just trying to get my stuff and get out of there, because damn, I'm really hating being in stores and around people right around the holidays. I'm pushing my cart down the aisle, and as I reach the end, I pause. There are people coming acorss and I don't want to run into them. Makes sense, yes?
Not to the huge family behind me. Because suddenly, <WHAM>, I get slammed into with a cart. Right in the butt.
Do I get an apology? No
I get glared at, as the matriarch of the family of twatpumpkins hustles past, and informs her kids that THAT is the reason why you shouldn't get in people's ways, and it's best to just keep moving no matter what.
>.<
I have a bruise on my ass cheek, and it was only because my mom tapped me on the shoulder and had me go lift some stuff she couldn't manage that I didn't say something really snarky and pithy...
<sigh> Not even back for 24 hours and injured. My mom's amused at the size of the bruise. Apparently you can see it blooming over my hipbone above my jeans. Thanks mom.
I think I'm not going into a store again until February. When all the Christmas melee and return frenzies are done with. Sure, I'll have to deal with Valentine's idiots, but hopefully my ass will be safe.
So, I got back to my hometown late last night with my parents after driving for a little over 12 hours, and today, I spent some time with my mom, just the two of us running around town and doing stuff. As we were getting ready to come back home, I asked to stop at a grocery store, because I buy my own food while I'm home, at least the stuff that only I eat, because it doesn't make sense to have them stack up on stuff that's just for me.
anyways, I'm heading through the frozen food aisles, just trying to get my stuff and get out of there, because damn, I'm really hating being in stores and around people right around the holidays. I'm pushing my cart down the aisle, and as I reach the end, I pause. There are people coming acorss and I don't want to run into them. Makes sense, yes?
Not to the huge family behind me. Because suddenly, <WHAM>, I get slammed into with a cart. Right in the butt.
Do I get an apology? No
I get glared at, as the matriarch of the family of twatpumpkins hustles past, and informs her kids that THAT is the reason why you shouldn't get in people's ways, and it's best to just keep moving no matter what.
>.<
I have a bruise on my ass cheek, and it was only because my mom tapped me on the shoulder and had me go lift some stuff she couldn't manage that I didn't say something really snarky and pithy...
<sigh> Not even back for 24 hours and injured. My mom's amused at the size of the bruise. Apparently you can see it blooming over my hipbone above my jeans. Thanks mom.
I think I'm not going into a store again until February. When all the Christmas melee and return frenzies are done with. Sure, I'll have to deal with Valentine's idiots, but hopefully my ass will be safe.
Nice bit of parenting there. Bet ten years from now, her kids are going to be in the slammer for aggrivated assault and she's going to wonder why. Stupid hag.
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