Case #1 I had
gone to a Royal Farms store in Ocean
City Maryland to pick
up an out of state newspaper, Fruit
Stripe gum and bailing twine. I also thumbed through the latest issue of “Independently
Wealthy Long-Legged Nordic Women Looking for Older Men: Eastern Shore Edition”
but decided not to spend the money. When I left I needed to walk across the
parking lot to get to my SUV. There was a pick-up truck parked next to me with
his headlights on and motor running, but he hadn’t moved yet.
I had a
feeling he was going to pull out at any moment because he was holding up a sign
that read “I’m going to pull out at any moment!” I hesitated.
He still didn’t move so I began walking toward my vehicle. He waits until I’m
in the middle of the lot before driving forward and cutting in front of me,
almost running me over.
Case #2 I
stopped at a yard sale last Friday. The house was at the side of a busy road
but the shoulder was wide enough to set up a traveling carnival on. I checked
out the yard sale, then played a few games of Pop-a-Shot, rode the Himalaya and ate some cotton candy. When I was done I got
back in my SUV.
I started
the engine but didn’t pull away because I was inputting an address into my GPS.
A woman in a mini-van pulls in front of me. She proceeds to pull forward, back
up, pull forward, back up, pull forward, back up, pull forward, back up . . .
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PARK THE DAMN VAN! When she is finally parked, she has
backed up so close to my vehicle that now I have to back up to pull out into traffic. Then when I pull out, she chooses
that precise moment to fling her door open so I almost clip her van door off.
Case #3 I went to
a local supermarket which I won’t name. I’ll just say the name sounds like “wise”
but is spelled Weis. I needed taco shells, maple syrup and more bailing twine.
After finding my items I walked to the check-out lines. There were three
registers with lights on but no one there to ring me up. I discovered why when
I saw a gaggle (is “gaggle” correct, or is it a “pack”, a “shitpile” or perhaps
an “annoyance” of cashiers?) of cashiers standing around talking. I stood still
for a moment. One of them caught sight of me and looked up. She had a puzzled
expression on her face. “Why is there someone with merchandise in their hands
standing at my register? Do I have gum in my mouth or am I chewing on my
tongue? Huh, I just got hit by a box of taco shells.”
She
eventually turned back to the conversation with her co-workers that I’m hoping
was about when they thought they would be fired for being incompetent. I had
the twine wrapped around my fists ready to choke all three of them, but instead
I went to the only line with someone working and sighed heavily.
Why am I
surrounded by idiots?