The grocery store was packed this afternoon. I found myself having to bob and weave in and out of people when I wasn't stuck standing still waiting for the person in front of me to decide if they want chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs or regular shaped.
A busy place to be when you have a cart full of about 10 items. I didn't mind though, not until I got into line. The problem, you see, was that it was so crowded, people were entering lines from two directions and nobody knew who got there first. There were some arguments ahead of me about spots in line. When it came to my turn, I let the young guy, who had approximately six items go ahead. I was pretty sure he got to the line first and he had a few less items than I did. I always remember being a kid and my mother letting those with only a few things go ahead of our cart-load and a half of groceries. And, since my mother is nice, I figured I would try being nice too.
Well, apparently, not everyone likes nice. For as soon as the guy put his groceries onto the belt, the woman behind him began yelling at me. "Are you not in line or something?" I told her I was just letting him go ahead of me. She then gave me a very snotty, "Well isn't that just sooooo nice of you." I could have slapped that b*tch in the mouth right then, but her the burly husband standing behind her made me think twice.
I just don't get it. It didn't effect her at all. She was going to be behind two people no matter what. What did it matter if the order was him then me, or me then him? Answer is, it didn't matter one bit. I had done what I thought was nice. Nobody ever yelled at my mother back when she did it. It actually was very normal thing. I saw it happen many times. I guess some people are just angry in general. She just happened to be a perfect example.
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