On my way to pick up the kids I thought I’d stop by the store and pick up a few ingredients for dinner. In and out. 10 minutes tops. I’ll just swing by this Walmart, it’s right on my way. Even though I hate this particular Walmart, it’s on my way home.
Who was I kidding, getting in and out of any Walmart in less than 10 minutes would be some sort of Christmas miracle, let alone this Walmart. I hated this particular Walmart.
Anyway, I picked out my groceries in record time. I found a checkout line and stuck to it. Yep, you guessed it. Slowest. Cashier. Ever!
When it was finally my turn, I had to stop myself from helping her. I’ve never seen someone take so long to open a plastic sack in my life. And, then, if I wasn’t already irritated enough, she says, “these d@mn kids are really driving me crazy today.” Really, lady? Really?! That’s very friendly of you to say. Maybe kids (and adults) wouldn’t be so cranky if you’d move a little faster (you know, do your job) and stop talking to every other Walmart employee around.
Finally, the groceries were paid for, all packed in my trunk and the race was on.
But, then, every stoplight I hit seemed to have one car in front of me not paying attention to the green light because they were updating their Facebook page on their dumb smart phone.
And, that four-way stop! Why, today, can’t the three other cars figure out whose turn it is to go! Don’t worry, I’ll just go, out of turn.
Today, I’m that cranky person racing through the grocery aisle and silently cursing the slow cashier behind the register. Tomorrow, I’ll be that relaxed, inattentive driver at the four-way stop, wondering if it’s my turn to go. Of course, while wondering why that other driver was in such a hurry.
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”
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