Saturday, February 19, 2011 I Just Can't Take It Anymore!

What the fuck is wrong with people?

I left the house for an hour and my stress level is through the proverbial roof! I should have known. As soon as I saw that woman standing in front of the sausage plant dressed as if she were shopping on Rodeo Drive I should have told my husband to turn the car around and take me home. Something is off in Stamford today. Something more than usual.

I'll stick to the stress hormone spiking highlights.

We go to the A&P. It's some fancy-schmancy A&P now, not the regular supermarket it was when I was a kid. It's got horrible lighting and everything is dark and mahogany, just what you want in a supermarket. Not! The prices were crazy. People think the prices at Fairway are high, well I'll take them any day because the store is at least well lit enough that I can see the prices. But this isn't about prices. This is about people.

As I stumbled my sticker shocked ass into the express lane some fat bitch walks right in front of me with a sheet cake.

"You can go ahead" I said. Knowing that she really had no intention of letting me get in line before her fat rude ass anyway. She didn't say a fucking word to me, just walked right in front of me as if I weren't even there. I actually turned around to laugh because I couldn't believe it.

"Where are we?" I said to my husband.

THEN (emphasis added) some other crazy bitch walks right up next to me. Like RIGHT (emphasis added) up next to me and put a loaf of bread on the edge of the belt.

"I'm just putting this down."

What, is it too fucking heavy for you?

Asshole accommodating me just said "No problem" and then shielded her from my view with my hair. She's standing right there in my personal space, totally blocking my husband from his rightful spot in line with me.

WTF?

I commented loudly as we left "Where are we that people can be so rude?" My husband reminding me that he deals with these assholes 25 hours a week. I mean, really. Really? Really (emphasis added).

Then as we were driving out of the lot we almost got t-boned by a bitch in a red Jeep.

Can't make this shit up.

Why do I leave the house?

-HH