One of my pet peeves is people who leave their shopping carts in the middle of parking lots. It doesn’t take great effort to roll it to a cart corral or even back to the store. You do that one simple thing and you save some else the effort, and potentially save someone else’s car the ding that could result from just leaving the cart there. And if you need more incentive, pushing that cart a little further burns an extra 3.5 calories. Seriously. I read it online somewhere once.
I had to run to the store to pick up a couple of things, and a woman parked right next to me was just closing her trunk as I was tossing my lone bag into mine. She rolled her cart to the front of her car and just left it there. Twenty feet from a cart corral. A ninety year old man with arthritis, emphysema, and six missing toes could have walked to it and back. She parked it there—blocking the opposite parking space—and got in her car.
Being the bitch that I am, I closed my trunk, got the cart, and walked the few feet necessary and put it away.
I tried not to look at her as she drove past, but I couldn’t help it.
She
Flipped
Me
Off
I put the cart away that she was too lazy to bother with, and she flipped me off. Granted, I intended to make a point, but I didn’t expect that. Embarrassment maybe. Eye rolling and the look of “oh you think you’re so wonderful, don’t you?” (for the record, yes. Yes I do.) Sneering, rolling down the window and calling me a liberal commie punk even. But that upright middle finger…no.
If I were a puppy, I think she might have tried to run me over.
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