One more stop at the grocery store. It had been almost 40 hours since our last visit, so clearly we needed more stuff.
I'm in front of the grocery store and the car in front of me turns down the aisle. Once it commits to the turn, the brakes come on. A customer just emerged from the store with a cart load of calories and was apparently parked in a spot close to the store. The person in front of me wanted to wait it out, as they could sit for five minutes and then park only 50 feet from the front of the store instead drive the extra three spaces and park 80.
By proxy, I had to sit and wait with Roxy.
"You've got to be kidding me," she said. Meanwhile cars got in queue behind me.
I saw my opening and pulled out of line, went down the next aisle and parked 100 feet from the store.
It took a few minutes to do this, but as we walked back the leaving driver with the groceries slammed the trunk and began to pull out. I ran near the spot and when the idiot that was making everyone wait finally put the car in drive. I walked slowly and deliberately directly in front of their car, thinking, "Now I'm wasting your stupid time".
The best part is that when I looked back to see where Roxy was, she was a car length behind me. What she was doing could only be described as sauntering, and it was a slow, malicious, bitchy saunter that I just wanted to hug her over.
Next time I break in, take their change and lick all of their tic tacs.
Okay, maybe we're childish pricks for being that way, but I'm just fed up with people and their insistence that they are the only people on the damn planet. Selfish losers that fail to note that others share their space need a little tap on the shoulder now and then.
I'm glad that I don't mind giving them a taste of it, and I'm proud that Roxy swings that way too.
No tolerance for the selfish. Wake up. You are not the only person on the damn planet. If you think so, we might remind you otherwise.
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These are the same douchebergs that stop to deal with crap in their triple-wide baby strollers the instant they reach the top of the escalator. They also have an uncanny knack for stepping out of revolving doors and stopping to get their barings straight. Let's all start carrying cattle prods.
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