Grumpy, Getting Older & Vent Time

I finally ventured out into the sunshine to go do some market shopping. Still not feeling great, and told hubby I did not want to leave the house. He is the sort who doesn't bother telling me he is going into work on a Saturday the night before...I only noticed he was going somewhere because he bent to kiss me, and I noticed he had on a shirt he would not just wear around the house! So, another day alone, and only cereal to eat...hmmmm I decided to throw on some clothes and I mean throw on! I had even made a promise to my friend Gen I would not be seen in public in those stretch pants again, and here I go. I was hiding under my hat, yeah right!

Driving down the road I am thinking, "Well I do not feel that good, but if I want something good to eat; then its got to be done"! Parking on a Saturday sucks at any market! I like going during the week, but we know why I never made it on Thursday. Germs. People. Damn baskets left in the spots. Lazy People. Woman parks in front of me hits the basket in her shiny new BMW. I smile. She smiles. We both head into the store. Fruit section is first. She picks up brussel sprouts. I pick up broccoli. I stay close to the wall. She goes to the left pass the lemons and oranges.

I encounter a road block. Two elderly women talking, and seem to be trying to read the salad packages. I turn to the left, and blocked by two baskets coming 'the right' direction. I decided to just move forward and say very pleasantly "Excuse me". They turn and look at me like I just said "F You", and look at their baskets and then back at me. The one woman with grey hair pulls, yes, I said 'pulls' it towards her. There is no way I can get by, because the pepper stand is barely a few feet from her. She looks at me and says "Well go on, I cannot pull it any closer to me". My mind goes straight into a 'RED' moment, and I think to myself "Geez lady if you had pushed it forward like any normal person would have, we would not be having this moment...since I DO NOT FEEL SO HOT AND REALLY DID NOT WANT TO BE HERE". Yes, I let hate pass through my brain. Felt like say more, but I pushed on through...that is until I heard her say to the other woman in a very loud voice...

"She should have gone the other way, we were here first"! Okay I am not as deaf as you are lady, lol. UGH! (and more, but I already used the F word). I stopped and turned to her and said in a low but frustrated voice, "Mame I could not go the other way there are people there too. This is a public market, and we have the right to move about. You could have been courteous and just pushed your basket up a few feet to give people space. It is called using your nogan." She turned and went "Well, if that was not the rudest thing". I caught a glimpse of the other people behind her staring at me. Later down the isle as we say in market talk...kidding, but you get my basket drift... I saw the woman that was in the BMW, and I decided to say this to her, "I am sorry for that back there, I just do not know what gets into me sometimes. Lately I am tired of people thinking they own the road (isle I should say). That woman should have moved, so I could get by". She said that I had every right to say what I did, and then we began talking about the cart outside and how much we really hate that store, but it is close to our development. Now I like pleasantries better than uglytries...

Once I began checking out my few items, because I wanted to get the hell out of there and back onto the couch where I really belonged...I admit I was grumpy, but hell if I am like that older woman when I grow up I hope someone runs me over with a damn basket!!! I noticed the 'older' woman coming past my check out desk. A guy was sitting in her way, and she said loudly "Excuse me"!. He pushed his cart forward, and she seemed like she still did not get it. I wanted to say to her "Now you know how I felt", but I let it go, and laughed to myself, with thoughts of getting back under the covers with a cup of tea.

Life teaches us so many things, but do our braincells disappear so fast as we age that we forget how to be considerate?

I also wanted to share that Mary @ Rejected Truth recommended a movie 'The Bicycle Thief', and I rented it. Was superb Mary, and everyone should check it out. I now can see why she remembers her father while watching it. I could see how one might identify with what took place.

My father used to love westerns, and as much as I did not really enjoy them like he, I would sit and watch them just so I could try and feel what he felt. I enjoyed what I called Art Films more as I got older, but when I see Clint Eastwood and that dirty cigar hanging out of his mouth in those old spaghetti westerns...well, I suppose I saw what my mom saw in my daddy. A rugged man who could shot, ride, and smooth talk his way into your heart and bed?

DISCLAIMER: I did not write this to get any kudos for speaking out...I just was in a crappy mood and needed to vent! *Swoosh* down the crapper that one goes...