heartandginger | no, YOU shut up (Reply)

Today is Good Friday, so like any good Catholic daughter, I took my mom to Captain D's for lunch. I had a coupon, obviously.

I also took mom shopping to pick up some things for Easter Sunday. We are lazy Catholics. Our only plans for Sunday is to grill some steaks and veggies. It's what Jesus would've wanted.

I think it's safe to say that no one might mistake me as a religious person. I do, however, shop religiously. While my only agenda today was to get food and an incidental or two, I surprised myself when I firmly talked myself out of buying shoes -- two different pair from two different stores. That is a big deal.

But yet, I just had to get this nifty little hammock with a canopy and this classy Bergen tote. I can't be perfect all the time, okay?

And this also happened:
I lucked up and found a parking spot close to the shopping center. Adjacent to the spot was an area painted with lines which designated it as a loading area for handicapped parking. In this spot was an illegally parked red late model Dodge van or SUV with mom, dad, and young adult son -- all wearing matching Roll Tide gear -- loading up their ride with their Good Friday purchases. I admit, my first impression of this woman was already tainted before I even turned off my engine, but when she pushed her cart right up to my Jeep as I was getting out, the words "So fucking rude" just rolled off my tongue when I pushed it over to a safer spot. It was two inches from the driver side fender, FFS.

I didn't say it loud and angrily. In fact, I didn't even think she would have heard me. But she did, and she had something to say about that, apparently. I didn't catch all what she said, but she was going on and on and on to her hubs and son. Something about me overreacting, something else something something, and then "It's not like it's a Mercedes!"

What?

The thing is, I didn't even realize she was "talking to" me until I made it to the entrance of the store. I kind of wish I knew at that moment, but then again, I bet it riled her even more when I didn't acknowledge her hair-trigger rant.

But those six little words -- "It's not like it's a Mercedes!" -- tells me all I need to know about that ugly-on-the-inside-and-out fucking hag.

"I bet she has a Trump sticker on that wagon." Oh, you know she did.

Also, Jeep > Mercedes any fucking day. Bitch.

AND TOMORROW IM PUTTING TOGETHER MY NEW FUCKING HAMMOCK! =D