Or why I prefer to stay inside.

Last night we had to go to the grocery store. We were seriously out of food, and while we were going to go out for dinner, we still needed food.

Friday night isn’t the best time to go to the grocery store, I’m aware of that, but when you gotta go, you gotta go.

The parking lot was already a mad houses with people walking down the middle of the road and letting their kids dart in and out between parked cars.

We went inside and shopped. I must have gotten hit by carts or kids or people at least 10 times. And even though THEY hit ME, I was the one apologizing every time. And then there were the people who had their carts SIDEWAYS accross the aisles so that no one else could get by.

I said “Excuse me,” but all I got was a ditry look. And they didn’t move.

As you can guess my blood pressure was just about at the boiling point.

They grocery store was out of milk (WTF?) and we had to wait in line for about a half hour. (Did you know they sold little mini bags of mini-marshmallows as a snack food?)

I was very cranky with a terrible headache by the time we got to the checkout. And then the checkout woman didn’t even greet us. I said “Hi.” She grunted back at me.

I ran the hell out of that store leaving the Hubster to pay. I was both livid and incredibly sad at the same time.

When did everyone start to suck?

Why do people not recognize the fact that there are other people in the world besides them?

I have to stop now before I get all upset again. But I have to say, I like living in my online world a hell of a lot better than the real one. You all are much nicer.