01 July 2014
Saturday morning I went out to run some errands. I have a foreign exchange student staying with us from Indonesia and he requested a few snacks. The guy in the above picture is not the exchange student. He is a bad apple. He is one of those older folks that think the world owes them something. I can't stand people like that!
He had been standing in a check out line when he decided to change lanes. In the process of changing into the lane I was queued up for, he slammed his cart into my arm in an effort to cut me off. I exclaimed, in pain, "Ouch." He then gave me the nastiest look and in a very rude tone said, "Excuse you."
No, excuse you. You hurt me.
EXCUSE YOU, for being in my way.
An apology would be nice.
I am not going to apologize for hitting you. I got in this lane first.
I don't care which lane you want to be in, I don't mind waiting. What I do mind is getting hit and not getting a simple apology.
I won't apologize for hitting you. I would do it again too.
For an older gentleman you are setting a very poor example for us younger people.
He turned away and didn't utter another word. I so wanted to just pop off at the mouth and give him an ear full. But he already was making himself look like a jackass... and getting called out for being a bad person was the icing on the cake. People were looking at our exchange. He was acting immature and someone young enough to be his daughter called him out. I think he was a bit embarrassed. I took out my cell phone and took a picture of the back of his head just so I could post it on my blog. I was shocked that he was unapologetic no matter what his age. I was so glad I didn't let my temper get the best of me but I was pretty hot under the collar. Since when is it okay to mow someone down and feel good about it? I seriously hate people some days. I told the mister about it and he told me I should have hit him with my car. Violence is not the answer but I hope that old man went home stewing because a youngster had to remind him about his manners.
In all honesty I probably would not have said a word to him had he not hit my arm that is currently in a splint. So yea, I was already a bit hurt in the arm that got plowed into. I didn't need to be in more pain, I thought evil little thoughts in my head stabbing tiny daggers in his eyes. It must be exhausting to be such a nasty mean person all the time... because that little exchange I had with the man was enough to tucker me out and it was only 9am!!!