The other day, I stopped in a grocery store that I’d never gone to before. And I won’t be going back. I could have dealt with the narrow aisles, stuff all over the place, and the fact that it was pretty busy. What disgusted me the most was the fact that almost every single person I passed behaved as though I was invisible! One man literally hit me with his basket–and didn’t even offer to kiss my ass apologize! Maybe I expect too much, but I was shocked at his behavior. He was a grown ass man, not a child, so I can’t even conjure up an excuse for him. Fortunately, I was able to dodge the other carts that people seemed to be aiming at me. And, somehow I managed not to deck the guy who apparently has no concept of personal space that was in line behind me. What the hell? I felt like I had stepped into the Twilight Zone!
While I’m on the subject, let’s talk about my neighbors. The immature, rude, self-centered couple (with three children) who play their music too loud, at all hours of the day and night, and don’t seem to care that most of the block are also forced to listen to their crappy noise. They also have the odd habit of vacuuming at 11:30 p.m. And fighting. Loudly. (Nothing they do is quiet. Well, almost nothing.) I can’t imagine that their children can sleep with all that noise. I can’t. They also borrowed my cork screw on New Year’s Eve, and I never got it back. Something I could have let go if they weren’t such asshats altogether.
Yesterday, as I was heading to my car after visiting Fred, a woman with a Greyhound-ish dog approached. She was cute (the dog, not the lady), so I waited to say hello. The dog proceeded to repeatedly jump on me (did I mention it had been raining??), even though I kept pushing her off and backing up. Worse yet, the owner was holding the other end of the dog’s leash, so why did she allow her dog to keep jumping up on me??
What happened to manners? Or having some consideration for others? How can these people live in their own, little worlds, never seeming to consider how their actions affect other people? I just don’t get it.
How have you handled situations like these?
June 15th, 2012 at 5:34 PM
I hate the people in the grocery store who let their kid push the cart… into me. Not once, but over and over. Do I get an apology? NO! If I ever get up the nerve, my plan is to fall to the floor and scream “My leg, my leg. I’ll sue!” Bet that will make them control their child.