Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I Extremely Dislike Going to the Store (50% of the time)

Today was just a really stupid day at the store.  Maybe once a month I will have an experience t the grocery store that just makes me question, well, everything.

You've already read my post about the inbred crap hats that sexually harassed me at the store last month.  It wasn't something that personal this time, just a bunch of little things that added up to Emily having a serious case of the grrrrs.

Today I was only running in for a few things, including some roast beast sandwiches.  My first stop was the deli/sandwich area.  I ordered David's sandwich and that was all fine and dandy.  I order my sandwich and they don't have the bread I want.  They. Never. Have. The. Bread. I. Want.  (Seriously)   I don't understand how a STORE that has a BAKERY in it can run out of a popular bread at any time of day.  When I asked the gal making the sandwich this question she just looked at me like I was speaking in another language.  *sigh*

So I'm grumpy because I had to settle for a sandwich I really could have made at home only only to encounter the most wonderful people in the beer and cheese isle.  I seriously believe I went to the store the day all the Meth addicts decided to go.  There were several vapid, dirty, strung out looking people blocking the isle to stare mindlessly at the beer.  In my head I was pointing out to them that they were beyond the point of taste mattering and they should go for the pretty bottle.  Yeah.  That would have gone over well.  Instead I had to stand there sayind "excuse me" while they sort of made their way out of whatever fog they were in to realize I was asking them to MOVE.

It was like this just about every isle I went down-except the people varied.  The next isle is was the overwhelmed mom with like 4 out of control kids and she obviously didn't know what was going on, and really should have been in the store.  I think I almost came home with a strange child because one was trying to crawl into the bottom of my cart.  Is it really kidnapping if the kid wants to go home with you?  (I know... I'm just sayin...)

I finally became disgusted and just got in line before I was done.  In line, two people ahead of me was a woman who thought she was the coupon queen.  The queen proceeded to question and argue why she should be able to use all the coupons she was presenting the cashier.  I can honestly say, at that point, I understood what the cashier was thinking and was right there with her.  The woman in front of me joined the cashier and I when the queen accidentally dropped her envelope of coupons and they went everywhere and then she had some sort of panic attack.  The demon in me really wanted to hide one under my foot.  (And no, I didn't).

I hate the store.  I can say that I have been there at all times of the day and there is no good day or good time to go.  It is just one of those necessary evils.  All I can do is vent about it here.  Sorry.

~Emily

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