We visited the in-laws and as expected, the day would go to poop. No, I’m kidding.

Post visit, baby fell asleep on the road and I sneaked into the Superstore leaving husband and baby resting in the car as usual.

Fifteen minutes after I left them, husband called to let me know baby is awake, cranky and hungry. Familiar?

They met me inside the store and from there the day just went bad.

I felt rushed. I felt pressured into getting things quickly – I hate being rushed, end even more when is shop related. I was upset that once again my shopping task was crushed because of the baby, which tends to get annoyed when I spend more than 10 minutes in the store.

I told husband I’d go to the cashier and pay while he could go to the car and take the kid with him.

Of course, I had to be in the slowest line ever.

I couldn’t believe it. Oh. My. God. Can this line be any slower?

And, in front of me was this couple red-neck-look-like that were also suffering because of the speed of the cashier.

Thank to the cosmos, cashier next to it opened up and called me to go in there. That one was super fast. Every item on the electric band made it to the end, on the pick up area. I felt rushed. Grrrr.

Oh right, all done. I gave the cashier my coupons while all my stuff was being piled up on the pick up area. As the tree-huger I am I had my re-usable bags with me (when I remember to use them, I must clarify).

I started picking up my items and putting them nicely in my bags when all of a sudden on the line next to me, (remember the red-neck folks?) the red-neck look-like guy started saying something to me. I had no idea what he was saying, but I just nodded. And then, he repeated his non-sense:

– You should not leave your cart there, you need to move. His face kind of annoyed and calmed
– Excuse me!? I said.
-Your cart doesn’t allow someone to access this side to pack stuff. He said as if I was violating a parking rule
– “Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, just give me one second” I was truly sorry since I believed I was interfering so I started packing faster my items. All naive, I thought he would give me a break and be patient. I was wrong.
-“you could move your cart and do that later” his face really looked like he wanted to move my cart
– “I know, I’m sorry. I’m almost finished, give me one second” I said this thinking I would only grab the most delicate items and then move. I thought he could wait one second, really.

I started pushing the cart a little forward out of the way and then stopped and turned around to collect the rest when… the witch behind me started yelling at me “excuse me!”. So this witch also wanted to move me!?

What is it with these people?! I had two small things to pack. Two small things! It’s not like I had a month’s worth of groceries.

I was clearly moving, but not to their desired speed? I had to tell her “wait, I just need to pick up my items”. I said this to her almost after I finished with the other guy. She just gave me a look. I did not care.

I wasn’t a push over and  I did not let them impose their will on me, but it does bug me the lack of people’s patience.

As I walked across the parking lot to drop off all the bags in the trunk I couldn’t help my tears falling down my cheeks. I was emotional about the whole thing.

Once at the car I saw the husband feeding the baby in the back seat. I opened the trunk and as I started to open it, the edge of the door hit my forehead very hard!. I bursted into tears and went running like a 2 year old to the front seat for notice.

Husband saw me and got alarmed and asked me what happened which I mumbled the whole story into five sentences.

Once at home, I napped.

And since the day couldn’t have gone any better, once I woke up I bumped my head once more. Ouch!

I know I was emotional that day, but that doesn’t change the fact that people are stupid, impatient and careless sometimes when it comes to others. And that pisses me off.