Apparentally my hormones got the best of me today!
While N and I were grocery shopping and running various errands I was behaving badly and didnt even know it!
We picked a bad day to go grocery shopping, everyone else was out doing the same thing! This means craziness in the isles. Shoppers are chowing down at sample tables like they are a feeding trough, others are racing around the stores like wild chickens with their heads cut off.
While we were in Bashas looking for refried beans some lady comes flying around the corner, without even giving us a chance to move she yells “excuse me” which startles me. I guess I gave her funny look and acted rather annoyed with her outburst.
While we are at the checkout the cashier asks me how many bags we have, we bring our own reusable grocery bags when we shop. I let him know we had 2 and that they are ones we already owned. I thought he was charging us for them (most stores sell them at the checkout counter now.) N said I practically bit the kids head off and that the poor guy was just trying to give us a discount for bringing the bags in. N felt bad for the kid.
I began bagging my own groceries, I wanted to make sure everything fit into the two bags we had, besides there was no bagger there anyway. So, I am bagging items and placing them into the cart when a young, odd girl comes over and starts tossing our groceries into a plastic bag. I explain that we have or own bags and that I am bagging stuff already. She shouts “well you can give me a bag and I’ll help”! I was shocked by the slightly rude tone she had but proceeded to hand her a reusable bag.
Apparently she was now having a conversation with a fellow employee and not paying attention to us. I handed the bag back to her and let it go. Well, N said I practically threw the bag in her face. Then she notices the news station jacket I was wearing (it was N’s) and starts shouting about “the news guy”, she comments that she thought he looked familiar and continues to alert everyone in the overcrowded store that the “news man is here”!
N became flustered and I was annoyed, can’t we just shop in peace? Then the cashier gets a error on his register. “I’ve got a 90 on 3” he announces over he intercom, this makes our uncomfortable experience last longer while the manager comes over to clear the error. In the meantime our bagger is still going on about N at the top of her lungs.
I quickly swipe my card, the debit card machine has an error also. Finally we get our receipt, “you saved $62.39 today!” the cashier says as we try to quickly exit the uncomfortable situation. Once we get out the door N and I look at each other and just laugh!
After getting into the car N says “I just wanted to tell the poor cashier and bagger that it was your time of the month, you were kind of rude to them”… I was rude… really? I didn’t feel overly b!tc$y or irritable… Well, I guess my hormones got the best of me. If I was pregnant I wouldn’t be PMSing right now!