Chivalry is Dead

It's been a long day.  Did laundry all day, cleaned house (a little) and then went to church.  Just a little tired, but I have a big day planned tomorrow of canning some veggies from our little garden, soooo unfortuately, I have to stop at that place that sucks us all in.  It's like a black hole that just pulls and pulls until your car is forced to turn into the parking lot of, none other than, Wally World!

I've got my little list of all the necessities for canning pickles, green beans, apples, squash, and maybe even some peppers.  I'm singing to the CD in my car, feeling all domestic about canning, and just a little frightened of the full parking lot I see.

So, as I turn toward a very close parking space, I have my signal on, so that all involved will know that I'm heading into that spot.  But, you all can guess what happens....yep, she just zipped right in that spot before I could say bread and butter pickles.

I keep telling myself that I just got out of church and decide to do what all good church going people do.....I start quoting scriptures to myself....... "Vengence is mine, saith the Lord, I will repay."   Now.  I feel a little better.


Entering the store, it becomes apparent that because school starts tomorrow, all the bedraggled parents are there to grab the last pencil and sheet of paper in the county.  I heard one frazzled dad on his cell phone, saying through gritted teeth, "There isn't one single #2 pencil in this place."

Finally, after dodging buggies,  avoiding teens having cart races through the store, and  kids crying, I make it to the check out lines.

You have got to be kidding!!  Three aisles open!  Really?  So, I get in line and I end up somewhere between the Misses super skinny t shirts and the Men's underwear aisle.  I hear bits of strained conversations between parents, kids, and the poor dad still on his cell phone stressing over the #2 pencils.

Wait!  Can it be!!  Another aisle is opening!  But by the time I get in shopping cart gear, someone else is racing to the same spot.  Uh oh.  I'm scrambling to make it in the passing lane when out of nowhere comes a man from church, jumps in the line and waves for me to get in front of him! 

Yay!  I won!  However, there are still about four people in front of me and the check out guy is slower than cold molasses.  I've seen my grandma move faster than that!  How can you be that slow without trying??

Can it be?? Is there another aisle opening up??  Yes!!  So, I back up to get traction and make a dash, but just as I get ready to cross the victory lane, some man cuts me off.  Unbelievable!  Where is chivalry??  Where is good manners??  He just stands there and looks at me with this little smile, no, I believe it was a smirk, on his face. 

As I weasle my way back into my line, I wait for Mr. Molasses to finish, head out to the car and wonder if there is any possibility someone would help a lady put a forty pound bag of dogfood in her trunk.  I guess not.  "Vengence is mine, saith the Lord, I will repay."