Note: this is completely based on a true story (aka the actual occurrences during my weekend outing).
Disclaimer: I usually shop at one of the *real* grocery stores in town, and buy my loose odds and ends at Target because they would otherwise be a bit pricey at the grocery store. However, my mom had a gift certificate to Wal-Mart and I decided to use it during my weekly grocery outing to save some bucks. So no, this is a once in a very blue moon with streaks of purple in it.
Observations:
People push their grocery carts like they drive.
Exhibit A: I was cruising by the milk on the way to the yogurt nook when I notice that this lady is riding my ass. Literally, her cart is about 4 in from my butt. I look around and notice that no, there are no other carts in the vicinity blocking her from steering around me and going about her merry way. She decides that the best place for her to be IS FOUR INCHES AWAY AND COMPLETELY INSIDE MY PERSONAL SPACE. I have a feeling she's a tail gaiter. Luckily me stopping in front of the Greek yogurt gave her the opportunity to steer around me and then stop about 3 yards away. typical.
Exhibit B: I was coming around the corner of an isle when a lady going oh, 40mph slams into my cart, then gives me the evil eye as if it was my fault. Luckily for her, there was no window for me to flip her the bird and shout profanities, as well as no horn attached to the middle of my cart handle. I need to look into installing car horns onto grocery carts. It helps with my road rage, maybe it'll help with apparent wal-mart shopping rage. Unfortunately, neither can remedy the stupidity that necessitates the existence of a horn.
Let's just say that there was more cluster-fuckery occuring, but I won't outline the complete circus that was my outing to wal-mart. Let's just say that I will now refuse to go to wal mart unless I have a gift certificate and even then, it may just be used on a DVD or some batteries.
On a brighter note, on to another week of peds wards. Not feeling the impulse to slit my wrists every morning is a new one for me. I'm actually enjoying my time. Although, the last encounter with residents has left me with a bad taste in my mouth, but they will get a very interesting evaluation from myself (let's just say no patients on the list+post call does not equal going home). Let's just hope my new sister team is the bomb. I'm hoping that the streak stays where all of them are awesome and I keep having this "waking up at 5 am isn't THAT bad when I get to see cute kids and work with nice residents" feeling.
Cheers!
Oh, and as always
Kitty in a Basket!!!!
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