so much hatred…all around us, everywhere…anger, violence hostility… where does it end? and how does it end? what is our role in all of this?
over the past few days we found it necessary to go out into the world of commerce… shopping… I hate it… with school starting tomorrow, we were not left much of a choice in the matter…. coach needed some things to dress in – they’ve implemented a dress code… no more wind pants and P.E. type clothes during the day… stinko for the athletics and phys ed community around here
I hate to shop… I know, I’m a girl and I’m supposed to LOVE shopping.. but in fact, I hate it… loathe it… it can so totally ruin my day…. some of it is that I have to spend money on things that I don’t want to…. that is money that I could use for food, gas, and other things….
but that isn’t the true reason that I hate shopping…
shoppers.. that is the reason…they are poison! they are rude, vulgar, and have absolutely no respect… it’s such a ME thing at the stores… not to mention that this was tax free weekend… dang
so the first place we went I was nearly run over on numerous occasions… blatantly.. wasn’t like they didn’t see me… I take up some space… I’m obvious… plus, I was pushing a basket full of junk… but people are in such a hurry to get to where ever the hell they are going that they just don’t give a flying you-know-what… I had at least 2 near head-on collisions…. asshats
kids…. running wild everywhere… everywhere I tell you… they dart outta the isles and from between the racks… then when you run over the little darlings, their parents magically appear with a new found concern for their bastards…. my question to them is something along the lines of “where the hell were you when the little bastard was running around screaming, pulling clothes from racks, putting candy covered hands all over the merchandise, and basically wreaking havoc on the store?” asshats
then there are the parking lots…. I have the privilege of those special parking spots… I view it as a privilege because any other thought would cause the fetal position reaction.. I choose not to think about it… so anyway, the parking lot
do pedestrians not realize that there are crazy idiots in lethal weapons competing for the primo parking spots? and they will run over your ass to get it… so my word of advice to the pedestrians is this – look up from your cell phone, grab your lovely little bastards by the hand, remain in the crosswalks, and PAY ATTENTION!
the drivers of those lethal weapons need to slow down… it’s a freakin parking lot.. the store isn’t going anywhere… it will be there in a few minutes… watch out for the pedestrians… they are not watching out for you… and there is no reason to mutilate the other cars in the lot trying to get into that spot! there are thousands of empty ones about 4 rows back… take one of those.. hell, take two of those if you must! oh, and those arrows painted on the asphalt? they imply which direction you should drive in order to successfully maneuver into the angled parking spots… if you go the WRONG DIRECTION you will have to master at 29 point turn in order to fit into that spot from the WRONG DIRECTION….
and to everyone out there shopping (or doing other things publicly)… keep your mouth shut.. keep your opinions to yourself.. oh and your music too…. I don’t need to hear you yelling obscenities at your mate, your child, or the employees…. I don’t need to hear your utter destruction of the English language … if you would like to talk to me, you must realize that I don’t speak Ebonics, or any other foreign languages… so don’t get mad and give me the bird when I look at you puzzled and continue on merry way
the culmination of all this poison…? not a ding dang thing… we did not find one garment that we could afford right now that coach needs for school…. damn
so much poison in the world
it’s in the attitude
it’s in the government