I Hate Wal-Mart

4th of July Weekend was less than stellar. Then when we got home, my neighbor hit Dog with her car. Dog was in our yard on her lead, so it was essentially like shooting fish in a barrel. Except more like hitting a captive dog with a car.

So I haven't blogged for two main reasons: 1) It would probably be boring to read an entire post where every other sentence is "I WILL HIT HER WITH MY CAR. I WILL." 2) A post like that will probably be incriminating to me WHEN I HIT HER WITH MY CAR.

Dog is okay now. Neighbor was (I think) drunk, causing her to be even less polite than usual and just sped off afterwards. We called the cops, but there wasn't a whole lot they could do.

Also, today some enormously unpleasant woman in Wal-Mart was trying to check out with 80 zillion things in the self-checkout, and I probably looked mildly impatient (It's genetic. My dad can't watch the same TV channel for more than 12 seconds.). I, in my favor, did not say anything or do one of those annoyed sighs. Even when she decided to pay by check, but oh, she couldn't find her checkbook, and no, she wasn't sure if she wanted to pay with a card and hmmm didn't she have a coupon for 30 cents off around here somewhere? I may have done my pee-dance a little bit because, well, I had to pee. But on the whole, I was a model citizen. Who was about to have an aneurysm. Imagine my surprise when this woman turns around after writing the check and says loudly into my face "Do you have a problem? Maybe you should keep your rude comments to yourself," As though I was the clown whose mouth you order into at Jack-In-The-Box.

Of course, everyone turned around and stared at me. My first instinct was to crawl under the magazine rack and peek out from behind the latest issue of People Magazine, but I decided to go with my fail-safe backup plan: Turn red and do nothing.

Two days ago, I read the first 15 pages of Anna Karenina and have since started reading some sci-fi book instead. However, the official party line is that I'm reading classic literature like Anna Karenina over the summer. Okay?

Comments

[Suebob]

I am so impressed with you reading Anna K. that I am willing to forgive you harassing that poor, poor woman at WalMart.

I HATE the freaking self-check out. I hate machines talking to me! You're a MACHINE, damn it. Quit speaking to me! (Is this pro-human prejudice?)

[des]

You make me laugh so hard I cry. I am putting you on my link list.

I hate Wal-mart and the people therein. I also hate Anna Karenina. But I love sci-fi. Plus, I'm a real coin-o-sur of literature, what with that whole degree in literature I got. So in my opinion, you done real good.