Have you ever had one of those days when you would give anything to take back what you did out of a mix of anger, frustration, and just plain rudeness? My last adventure in nutty pants land happened at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart is frustrating in it's own right, but add in the factors of it being the first week of the month and that I was in pain and you have a situation (ha ha ha situation).
I was headed to Wal-Mart on that fateful day in June for a few necessary grocery items. You see, I was having surgery on my ankle the next day and my husband wouldn't have had time to pick these few items up. I walked in and realized there weren't any of those motorized carts left, so I politely asked the greeter if there happened to be any at the other end of the store. Using her walkie talkie she asked the person at the other entrance and he informed her there definitely was not any over there either. In pain I resigned myself to waiting for a motorized cart. Ten minutes later, still no cart. So I did what any sane person would have done and I popped two vicodin, grabbed a regular cart and began my grocery shopping.
I am not the nicest person when I feel I have personally been wronged, and I took the lack of motorized carts as a personal attack, as if they knew I was coming and paid people to take all the carts, rendering me unable to use one. So being myself I was on the lookout for anyone who had a motorized cart to be completely sure that said individual had a greater need than I did for it. Immediately I encountered a senior citizen riding one of the carts, this was ok with me because she was old and looked sickly. I went down another aisle to pick up some crackers and then I saw her, the biggest woman I have ever encountered riding on MY motorized cart. I was suddenly infuriated. She weighed well over 400lbs and had cookies, ice cream and candy in her cart, it made me even more angry, I could barely stand it. I mean here I am barely able to walk and in an intense amount of pain and she has taken MY motorized cart because she is apparently too fat and lazy to walk. I realize I am in no way thin, however I walk when I am at a store and my cart is not filled with ice cream, candy and cookies. Something in my brain snapped and this started a chain reaction I couldn't stop. It was like the snap caused whatever I was thinking in my brain to shoot out of my mouth in the most horrible and vile way.
As I approached her I began speaking. I informed her that I needed a motorized cart and that I was unable to have one because she was morbidly obese and too lazy to walk. I told her that she should put her ice cream, cookies and candy back and she might lose enough weight to walk. She continued to stare at me and then I told her that maybe, just maybe if she did walk she'd lose more weight and reduce her blood sugars. She made a noise to protest but before she could even get it out I screamed, "Don't tell me you aren't a diabetic. It is not possible with your weight and the food in your cart that it is even possible you have normal blood sugars. Get up and walk you lazy piece of fat.". A crowd had started to gather around us as I continued to berate this woman and suggest other things she should buy and eat such as, fruit and vegetables. I thought this crowd of people would come to her aid, but either they were in agreement with me or scared of me. I imagine I looked pretty crazed at that moment, I would have been scared of me. I do know that a few of them agreed with me as a few people started clapping. At this point I realized I was being awful and decided I should more than likely stop. I asked her if she had learned anything from this moment, but she was speechless. Due to her not speaking when I asked her a question, I continued on to ask her if I needed to give her a minute so she could finish chewing the twinkie she just ate. People from the crowd continued to encourage my awful behavior and I finally left this poor morbidly obese woman to continue expanding her waist her with her grocery shopping choices. Maybe I should have picked up a box of Rice Crispies as a gentle reminder to call ahead the next time and reserve a motorized cart if I am in too much pain, but what kind of a show would that be for the interesting folks at Wal-Mart?! I sure hope that lady learned a very valuable lesson out of that experience, don't mess with crazy people who are in pain.
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