Jase and I are currently visiting family for the holidays. We braved the crowds on Christmas Eve to grab some last minute "staples" at the nearby grocery store. As Jase, my father-in-law, Doug, and I were hunting for parking spots, we caught a glimpse of why people bug me pretty bad sometimes (was that a little harsh?). We tried to get a picture with our cell phones, but all three of us failed. So, let me paint you a picture with words:
A middle-aged woman was unloading groceries into the back of her SUV. She had just finished putting the last bag in the trunk when the unbelievable occurred. Mind you, it was Christmas Eve--at a grocery store. "Crazy" does not begin to describe the hoards of people who were driving way too slow in the parking lot and/or standing in the middle of the aisle as if he or she were the ONLY one in the world. With that in mind, this gem of a woman had one hand to her left ear (clearly her conversation on her cell phone was way too pressing to allow her to put the dang thing down for two seconds. I'm thinking she was talking to one of two people: Santa Claus or Barack Obama). But it gets better...in her other arm was her precious pooch who I will call Larry. Larry was a dachshund that was dressed as Santa Claus. That's right. Good ol' St. Nick in doggie form. I wish you could have seen it. There was some serious slippage going on, and Larry looked as though he may fall through his considerate owner's grasp at any moment. But there he remained (because he had no choice), with what little dignity a dog can have with his legs dangling through the bottom of a miniature Santa suit (Side note:dogs should not be at grocery stores unless they are service animals. True or False? True).
The woman looked around and around, as if ready to flag down the first person she could find, as if she was seriously in peril. Why? Oh, because she needed to close the hatch to her car and clearly, her hands were otherwise occupied with more important things like a cell phone and a wiener dog. She was unable to perform the duty herself. So, she enlisted the help of a sixteen-year-old "cart/bag" boy, because it's his job, right? The boy looked less than enthused as he wheeled her empty cart back to the cart bin and she merrily went on her way, hatch closed, completely unaware of the backup of traffic she had caused. Merry Christmas, lady. I hope Santa brought you a big slap in the head...not really, that would maybe knock some sense into you and then I wouldn't have anything to write about. Until next time...and you better believe they'll be a next time ;)
Oh, and for a really great(and slightly cynical) post about Christmas cards/letters, see my favorite pharmacist's blog here: www.atoughpilltoswallow.blogspot.com
A middle-aged woman was unloading groceries into the back of her SUV. She had just finished putting the last bag in the trunk when the unbelievable occurred. Mind you, it was Christmas Eve--at a grocery store. "Crazy" does not begin to describe the hoards of people who were driving way too slow in the parking lot and/or standing in the middle of the aisle as if he or she were the ONLY one in the world. With that in mind, this gem of a woman had one hand to her left ear (clearly her conversation on her cell phone was way too pressing to allow her to put the dang thing down for two seconds. I'm thinking she was talking to one of two people: Santa Claus or Barack Obama). But it gets better...in her other arm was her precious pooch who I will call Larry. Larry was a dachshund that was dressed as Santa Claus. That's right. Good ol' St. Nick in doggie form. I wish you could have seen it. There was some serious slippage going on, and Larry looked as though he may fall through his considerate owner's grasp at any moment. But there he remained (because he had no choice), with what little dignity a dog can have with his legs dangling through the bottom of a miniature Santa suit (Side note:dogs should not be at grocery stores unless they are service animals. True or False? True).
The woman looked around and around, as if ready to flag down the first person she could find, as if she was seriously in peril. Why? Oh, because she needed to close the hatch to her car and clearly, her hands were otherwise occupied with more important things like a cell phone and a wiener dog. She was unable to perform the duty herself. So, she enlisted the help of a sixteen-year-old "cart/bag" boy, because it's his job, right? The boy looked less than enthused as he wheeled her empty cart back to the cart bin and she merrily went on her way, hatch closed, completely unaware of the backup of traffic she had caused. Merry Christmas, lady. I hope Santa brought you a big slap in the head...not really, that would maybe knock some sense into you and then I wouldn't have anything to write about. Until next time...and you better believe they'll be a next time ;)
Oh, and for a really great(and slightly cynical) post about Christmas cards/letters, see my favorite pharmacist's blog here: www.atoughpilltoswallow.blogspot.com
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