A few words about the grocery store...
Must you keep your cart in the middle of aisle? Must you all shop at this seemingly odd hour? Must I repeat myself so many times when saying, "Excuse me?" Must the smelly aisle be so smelly? Must the stupid people rush in overwhelming numbers to the supermarket, as they see me pull up in my vehicle? Must the carts wander the parking lot endlessly, in search of a car to dent? Must you leave the cart in the middle of the lot, when the cart corral is a mere foot away? Must you walk directly behind me when I am trying to shop @ my leisure? Must you have that incredibly "delightful" air about you as you ring up my items? Must I ask you each and every time to double bag my goods, even though it is plainly obvious that one flimsy plastic bag will not do the trick? Must you rush to check the customer behind me, so that your slow, kume-fied bagger cannot keep up, thus mixing my junk food w/ her whole grain bread? Really.
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And must the woman with one four-year-old take the last 2-seated cart even as she passes me schlepping in with two 2-year-olds in tow, just because "little Billy just LOVES to pretend he's driving a racecar while I shop" Far be it for me to suggest that you leave the cart for someone who needs it! Then, maybe I'm supposed to toss my children IN the cart like the rest of the groceries? And, again, now that I think of it, maybe I'm the one pissing you off by taking my half out of the middle, but when I am blessed with a cart that seats two, it's like driving a steamroller, but without the maneuverability ;-)
So maybe I cannot foresee or understand all the baggage that comes with taking your children to the grocery store. I should be more forgiving, but dammit, there are enough distractions in this godforesaken place, without having to deal with screaming, pooping, peeing, children, who feel the need to rip things from the shelves and cry until they get what they want. I must always remember, that I was once that screaming, pooping, peeing child, ripping things from the shelves, crying until I got what I wanted. By the way, aren't children supposed to be invulnerable? Hell, toss em! This all makes it clear why we eat out, more than we shop for food to cook @ home. Ugh! Watch out, Liza is on her way with the steamroller! Let me tag along, I will get to the ice cream section a lot faster.
By all means, hop on! And feel free to poop pee and cry 'till you get what you want. Don't we all? It's just that as we get older, we learn to choose our moments.
By all means, hop on! And feel free to poop pee and cry 'till you get what you want. Don't we all? It's just that as we get older, we learn to choose our moments.
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