Nothing says ‘mad house’ like a one day meat sale. A local store had one yesterday, and I went. $1.69 per lb. for hamburger, Bob Evans Sausage, bacon etc., and if you spend $30, you get a gallon of milk for 8¢. I was so there! So were 376 other people wanting the same deal. It was worse than Black Friday crowded. Pork fat rules, internet’s! Pork fat rules.
I am not a person that indulges in road rage, but I do, at times, indulge in a bit of road…justice. If I am toodling along doing
75 the speed limit and someone flies by me and keeps on going, no big deal. Hey! It is their gas, and perhaps they will get the speeding ticket award for driver of the year. If they wanna fly by me and slow down just to be first, well, that is a different story. If traffic is bottlenecked around an off ramp, I will let one person in front of me, but do not try to edge in after that one person. You will have to hit me, because I am all about taking your turn, people. Didn’t you learn that in kindergarten?
Same goes with bottlenecks on the highway, do not fly up the shoulder of the road and expect me to let you in. Not when I have waited along with the other 248 people for my turn. It will not happen. I don’t care how loud you scream or wave at me. I have always mentally applauded the semi drivers who work in tandem to block that from happening. It is justice people. Justice.
So, when you cram literally, 30 people, carts and a few children into a space meant only for 10, it is crowded. If everyone is patient and waits their turn, all the better. I am standing there, plastered against the meat coolers patiently waiting my turn at the 10 pound tubes of ground beef, when out of the corner of my eye, I see her. She who has already run her cart into the girls ankle, she who knocked into my cart because I wasn’t moving fast enough, she was plowing through the sea of people, carts and small children with her monster kiddy cart. You know the ones. They look like little cars to keep the kiddlets occupied. ~~why couldn’t they have come out with that brilliant idea when my 2 were young? why?~~ She was banging into carts that were in her way, and jostling other people. I had had enough. of. her. So, I casually stepped into the isle way bent over my cart, sufficiently blocking her way through, and counted my 4 chubs of sausage, my 4 packages of $1.69 Kielbasa, and my 1 chicken. She couldn’t get by.
As I listened to her huff and puff at her children to be patient, that there were lots of people, I smiled, recounted my meat and moved out of the way. Most likely she was inwardly cursing me, her time schedule, and how I was ruining it, but I didn’t care. Justice had been served.