Har!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/theferrett/547333.html?nc=39

I agree wholeheartedly. Let me clarify by saying I *love* grocery shopping…when I have time. But usually, its something else to do on a long list of errands. But even when I am flying in and out of the store, I try to adhere to _some_ sort of courtesy. Staying to the right, letting people with 1-5 items go ahead of me when I’ve a fully loaded cart, shushing my child when she starts whining/shrieking/making that weird kid-noise that is akin to fingernails on a chalkboard.

At any rate, one of Ferret’s readers responded thusly, “
[snort.]

A problem for me is that when I go to the Big Grocery
Store, I have a LONG list, so I have to hit most of the aisles and the
perimeter. And sure enough, there’s an Oblivious right ahead of me.
Every time I pass, she somehow leapfrogs ahead, so over the course of
an hour, I’ll have to move her cart four or five times (HEY, LADY, IF
YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR PURSE, DON’T LEAVE IT OPEN IN THE CHILD SEAT.
WHILE YOU RUN DOWN THE AISLE FOR THE ECONOMY SIZED BAG OF BARBECUE
CHEETOS.) Or I’ll almost run over her kids three separate times. Or, my
favorite, I’ll remind her toddler to sit down in the cart just as she’s
jumping out. Four or five times. Because Mommy is either too enraptured
in reading the shampoo bottle or she doens’t want to stifle the
darling’s creativity by preventing a cracked skull.”

So I felt I had to add my .02 worth. My response (or you can read it there, whichever floats your boat) :

the darling’s creativity by preventing a cracked skull.

*cackle*

The Oblivious…I’ve seen them. They exist in two formats:

Format A – nicely dressed, hair coiffed, children neatly arrayed (usually in
matching outfits). They wander the aisles, ears glued firmly to their
cell-phones, nattering away to someone about what *fucking* cheese to
buy (“Now is that the Kraft American Yellow Individually Wrapped Cheese
Food Slices or the Kraft American Yellow Individually Wrapped Cheese
Slices? Because there’s both.”) Meanwhile their child/ren are busily
pulling random items off the shelves and depositing them in other
people’s carts. (*)

Format B – slack-jawed, Kool-Aid stained,
mouth-breathers with snot-covered, dishevelled children. They wander
the aisles, ears glued to their cell-phones, screeching about so and
so’s private business. (And no, I did NOT need to hear that about
Becky-Sue-Angela, kthx.) Meanwhile, their children wander the aisles at
a dead-run, screeching in imitation of their frosted-blue-eye-shadowed,
Kroger-footed(**) mothers.

(*) Behaviour I have seen with
my own eyes. When you call them on it, they run back to their parents
who give you a Look and an eye roll.

(**) Kroger-feet = the
icky black coating that covers someone’s foot after wandering around
grocery stores/parking lots/malls without shoes.

Cars were ugly this morning as we drove to work. Ugly as in Steven King scary-ugly (and nevermind that stupid movie rendition with the soundtrack by AC/DC.)

At one point- after dropping T off at work – we rounded the corner and came face to nose with a dirty gray sports car. It growled and drooled. Yeah, my intellect tells me its most likely collected rainwater sloshing out of engine compartment because the driver came to such an abrupt stop. However, the reptile part of my brain isn’t buying that theory.

I also saw a white-ish LTD, older model hunched over the road as it screeched around the corner and into an oil-change shop. I keep thinking of the driver looking helplessly on as the steering wheel takes on an unholy life to drive the car wherever *it* wants to go.

Perhaps the strong coffee/cold medication/pain medication/broken sleep wasn’t such a hot idea, after all.

I was going to say that I am a fairly easy person to get along with.

But, that would be a lie. A small one, to be sure but a lie nonetheless.

*Usually* I am a fairly easy person to get along with. Usually. However, I do have some pet peeves that will set me off like a firecracker you bought at the edge of town; not terribly pretty and MAN, the noise!

My work provides drinks for its employees. Nice. Crates and cases of sodas, juice, flavored water etc. Pretty much the stuff you can get at a Costco.
Lots and lots of Coca-Cola products, as you can imagine.

Personally, I’m a Pepsi drinker. I know I’m in the minority here in Texas and I accept that. I will drink Coke but its not my favorite. I like Pepsi.

*veers back on track*

Now, how the system works – or should – is that there is fridge provided to put sodas in. Usually its stocked full of the CC products and juice and whatnot. These folks cannot seem to grasp the concept of efficient refrigerator packing but, whatever. I usually chuck a few Pepsii(*) into the cooler and drink them (replacing them as I use them) throughout the week.
That way, I always have an ice cold soda to swill come afternoon.

Some Shoggoth (http://www.livejournal.com/users/naamah_darling/25196.html#cutid3, thanks naamah_darling) has been snagging the Pepsi out of the fridge and not replacing it.

Am I being a complete jerk when I say that they suck gangrenous donkey dick and should have their rude asses fired into the sun?

Really, how hard is it to walk the two feet to the stack of soda cases and replace what you are taking? This is, btw on the same level of rudeness as taking the last cup of coffee in the morning and not making fresh. Or leaving the 1/8th of a cup in the pot to burn into a crisp, black coffee tart in the bottom of the pot overnight.

So… to the guy (I’m assuming) who is taking the Pepsi and not having the common courtesy God granted little green piss-ants to replace what you took — you suck and I hope your testicles shrivel into grape growths dangling beneath that useless thing you’ll never father children with.

Just sayin’.

* – not a misspelling. Pepsii is the plural form of cans of Pepsi and that is all there is to be said on THAT subject.