12/16/2022

I have a nurse that comes to monitor me. I don’t want to get into why I have this occurs, but every week, it does. She called the night before to inform me that she would be at the house between 9:30 to 10:00am. Fine.

I have a morning routine that includes making sure the dog has food and water, making sure the cat has food, taking the dog outside (on a leash for my own safety), and making sure the dog doesn’t eat the cat.

I finished at about 9:10 and realized Luna had no rawhides, a favorite for her. She was whining, piercing my soul, so I figured I still had time to run to the store, literally under a mile away.

In no way did I appear to be awake. My hair had not been brushed, I was wearing my sweatpants, a 7-Up tee-shirt. My pain is significant all the time, so I was walking with a noticeable limp and grimace on my face.

I hobbled down and grabbed the rawhides and an extra ham bone (she’s my girl and she deserves it).

I got in the “About 12 items or Less” line, behind a man, who obviously, can’t count. He may have read that sign as “21 Items or Less”. Still pushing it, sir. Had he had not looked at planned purchases before the cashier began ringing his items, and looked at me, it wouldn’t have felt as personal, but he turned to the cashier and asked her if Ritz crackers were part of the BOGO deal. She said she thought so and continued ringing and bagging. She finally packed everything up and presented the bill. He wanted to contest his bill because the Ritz crackers did not ring has “BOGO”, when the cashier assured him that they would, (which is inaccurate, as she thought they were).

Ring for supervisor. No, the Ritz crackers are not part of that promotional advertising. He, again, began to talk about how the cashier said they were Buy One, Get One. In my mind, I am screaming: THE CASHIER MADE A MISTAKE. YOU AREN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS FUCKING LANE. PAY FOR THE FUCKING CRACKERS AND MOVE ON WITH LIFE.

But I didn’t.

The grocery store decided it would be a good idea to open up another lane and told the person behind me that she could go to Lane 3. I actually became loud and asked if I could be in Lane 3 and the person agreed. My transaction was under two minutes. Tops.

I got home to the nurse sitting in her car, waiting for me. We walked into the house together and when I checked the clock, I realized I was at the store for about half an hour. I tried to keep my composure and incessantly apologized. Strange, my blood pressure was high.

Would it have been so hard to turn to me in line and said, “You only have two items in your hands, why don’t you go ahead of me”. I do it. My dad does it.

Some people are horrible, selfish assholes. Mental note.

So, to the random Food Lion shopper that could help out a disabled woman and who doesn’t give a damn about the rules, I say: Fuck you and learn some respect.

Sincerely, Stacy