Everyone knows how much I love the grocery store. Well, I didn’t go just once this week, I went TWICE. Why, you ask? Because I’m the dumb ass who forgot something, or some things. Forgetting stuff during Can-Can week is a mortal sin in my book.
I was expecting some friends over Monday night and in addition to some essentials I had, um…forgotten, I wanted to get one of those Dura-Logs so we could have a nice cozy fire.
Anyway, I can’t find the damn log. I have been up and down every dang isle TWICE looking for it. I wish Shop Rite would stop moving crap around. To top it off, I can’t find a single staff member.
I’m ready to sock the idea when I finally see not one, but two store employees talking amongst themselves at the end cap of isle number 14. I squeeze in as closely as I can to avoid being stampeded and stare at them for a good half minute hoping to catch their attention. They look at me and continue on. Great.
So, just to recap real quick…I’m pissed because I’ve walked all over the f’ing store not once, but twice. I can’t find a single employee who can help me and when I do find an employee, I’m completely ignored. Oh, and I’m dodging can-loving freaks like bullets. Do I sound like I’m in a good mood???
Suddenly, I hear this — “look lady, pick a direction and move in it.” When I look up, I realize he is speaking to me. He reminded me of Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz with his fingers pointed in both directions, but not so cute. “You’re holding up traffic.” Geez, if he only had a brain.
The look I shot Scarecrow could have frozen the Amazon. I think I actually saw fear in his eyes. And the log? I passed the whole blasted stack of ’em coming in the front door.