I bought the food for the family Christmas lunch this morning, thinking I’d avoid the main crowds by shopping a few days early.
Well the crowds were OK as such … it was just that there seemed to be an inordinately large number of mean old people at the plaza this morning.
Like the old bloke on his motor scooter who firstly trashed a display in K-mart when he drove into it at about 7 km per hour, then turned around and PURPOSELY DROVE INTO MY 4 YEAR OLD SON (and the small boy was actually standing relatively still while holding onto our trolley as he’d been asked to do).
…and the bastard *smiled* at me and told me to keep my kids out of his way. … and he didn’t check to see that my kid was OK, he just sped off in his scooter. Arsehat.
I’m mad I was too flabbergasted to ask him exactly where the kid was supposed to go given that he hasn’t yet perfected the art of disappearing into thin air.
Then there was the old biddy who walked out of her way in the car park to tell me that I must wish that I didn’t have my (perfectly well behaved) children because ALL children today are SO NAUGHTY.
Then she whined about having to catch a bus and looked at me expectantly.
I was so mad I couldn’t speak (what I *wanted* to do was to slap her), so she eventually gave up waiting for me to ask if she needed a lift and then turned to my 6 year old daughter and told her she had to shut the car door (that was open to let some air into the stiflingly hot interior) because it was in *her* way (yes – the way she’d decided to take between rows of parked cars instead of the nice clearly marked pedestrian pathway she was originally on). Bitch.
So I’m not feeling too Christmassy now … at least not towards nasty old buggers.