The material I wanted to buy is on huge bolts weighing over 10 pounds each. I needed two different colors.
I worked my way over to the cutting counter, struggling with the two big bolts. They were more awkward to carry than they were heavy. I had to grab a number from the ticket machine. As I got within a couple of feet, one woman bolted in front of me to grab a number.
Geez....couldn't she see I was heading that way with my arms full? She just HAD to butt in front of me, didn't she.
Now I am at arm's length. I switched one bolt to the other arm so that I could free my hand. I am standing right in front of the damned ticket machine and guess what happens? Another so and so reaches right in front of me and grabs the ticket.
|The Machine that turns people into Evil beings|
I muttered obscenities. Really. Did she have to do that. Was I standing there waiting for the machine to tell my fortune? How rude. I would have loved to swat her aside the head with one of my mega bolts. I just settled for my muttered obscenities.
I am number 57. I should have been number 55 if it weren't for those two biddies nearly knocking me over to get in front of me like they were trying to get the last two tickets into nirvana.
The clerk calls number 53. A lady comes running waving that little stub of paper as if they called out B-12 and she had won $1000 in the Bingo game. A paper waving fool she was.
Finally it was my turn. I got what I needed and left.
|Happy that it is finally MY turn|
Dare I go into the neighboring store to look for something else I needed?
Why not. I am feeling like a dare devil.
I went into Marshalls. I needed a new suitcase for the trip I am going on with my dear friends Ron and Cathy in November. My old trusty suitcase died in India last November.
They had a great suitcase. Very light for its size and at a decent price. I decided to get it. And a jar of dried shallots they had in their cooking area. I know...an odd combination to be sure.
|My new suitcase|
So with one hand clutching my shallots, the other rolling my new suitcase I head towards the cash register. I see a lady I noticed earlier. You might know the type. Grim. Unhappy. A room full of comedians would not crack a smile on her face.
I noticed her out of the corner of my eye about 20 feet behind me, going at top speed. You would think that she was saddled up at the Kentucky Derby.
"Yes folks, it's Grim Lady coming up the outside of the Home Stretch! . Looks like she is going to catch up with Bead Lady down aisle one. It is an exciting race!! Grim lady is pushing her cart, it looks like she is going to use it as a battering ram! Bead Lady better get out of the way if she knows what is good for her...."
Well Grim Lady did pass me like I was lying down. As she headed towards the cashier line, she took a wrong turn. She went up the wrong arm of the U shape of the check out area. She was heading into the out direction.
I calmly took the correct arm of the U. Grim lady notices her mistake, turns around and tries to catch up. But too late...she can't pass me. I made sure my ample size blocked her and her battering ram and cued up behind someone else waiting in line..
Grim Lady became grimmer (as if that were possible).
I smiled at my insignificant victory thankful that Grim Lady was not also at the fabric store.