I stopped into my friendly neighborhood Happy Foods for a few items the other day. I find that I’m shopping less and less often for myself these days; and why not…..I’m cooking less and less. As a matter of fact, I barely cook at all anymore. Between throwing something together quickly so that I can get back to what’s really important…..blogging and ‘all things computer' or dining out with my daughter and/or son, my kitchen and I have all but become ‘strangers in the night.’ But, I digress.
While leisurely strolling through the fruit and vegetable section, I am abruptly stopped in my tracks by someone’s cart crashing into mine….right smack dab in front of the bananas. I turn around to see the culprit. It was a lady, if I were to guess, somewhere in her late forties to mid-fifties staring straight at me with this strange combination scowling/‘deer-in-the-headlights’ look. I’m thinking, ‘Okay, was I the intended target or was she just not paying attention to where she was going?’ By the vacuous look on her face, I’m guessing the latter.
How awkward. But, I say to myself….’no big deal.’ I just cleared the air by saying “Oh, I’m sorry,” thinking it may elicit an apology from the person who should be saying it in the first place. NOTHING! Not even an acknowledgement of MY gesture. Okay then….
Gingerly moving away from the scene of the crime, I head elsewhere…..but not before noticing that Miss Congeniality was not alone. Coming up quickly behind her was a gentleman (and I use that term loosely) with something on his mind and anger in his voice.
“I told you to hurry up, and look you’ve hardly started. What the heck is wrong with you? I told you to get this done earlier.”
Oh Lord….I hate scenes and people who make them.
Miss Congeniality yelled something back at Mr. Bully….and it began…..with apparently neither one of them caring less who heard them. I felt like I should be standing there with a microphone yelling…..”ARE YOU READY TO RUMMMMMMMBLE?”
Now it started to make sense….the look on her face and the crashing into my cart. She was on a mission…..a frantic one; but apparently it wasn't fast enough for Mr. Bully. Still…..no excuse for her rudeness, I thought.
As luck would have it….and the layout of the store, I had the pleasure of running into this charming couple down every aisle; and they were going at each other in every one of them. You didn’t need to be right there with them; you could hear them from anywhere in the store.
I thought I’d test that theory; and after my misfortune of running into them down four consecutive aisles….I just skipped past a few and went to the other end of the store. Holy Guacamole! I could still hear them…..it was frightening. And they had turned it up a notch by adding some juicy four-letter words to their tirade. How lovely. Thanks so much for the lesson in body parts.
What in the world is so dysfunctional in these two human beings that would make them act this way….for so long…..AND think it’s okay to subject everyone else to it?
There’s nothing like a good dose of embarrassing humiliation, even if it’s not your own, to cut a shopping trip short….which I did. But for the time I was forced to tolerate their ridiculous display, my face was frozen in a permanent ‘cringed’ expression. Very similar to many of the other faces I encountered rushing to the checkout line. Some rolled their eyes. Some sighed in disgust. But we were all on the same mission……to leave the store as quickly as possible.
I could see the manager of the store sitting in his little loft peeking over the top every so often. He looked amazingly pink-cheeked. He may witness this kind of thing a lot more frequently than I, but I think this was even too much for him....and he couldn't leave like the rest of us. I wonder if he debated about saying something to the deadly duo who were making his Happy Foods...not very happy.