I went to a newer grocery store in our area to see if they had good deals. It's called WinCo. It's a bare bones, zero frills, warehouse-type, grocery store.
Well, I thought the deals were fairly good on most things. They were missing some items that I typically buy, and the produce wasn't so hot. However, I seemed to pack my cart to the brim and overflowing, anyway.
Then, I realized I had to bag my own groceries.
I am not fast at this, which made the two ladies behind me annoyed. I just tried to keep going and not worry about them. Then, they kept trying to push my cart into me, and almost squished my toes, which were exposed in flip-flops. Then, they were like: "Can you move your cart?" Then, they took a hold of my cart and tried to move it (which there was nowhere for it to go in the first place), while I'm trying to bag my tons of stuff.
While I wanted to clock her and spew profanity, my self-control kicked in. I pasted on a smile and said in a very sing-songy, kindergarten-teacher-like voice: "I'm still trying to bag my groceries, and I'm doing the best I can."
They managed just fine to get past me with their cart, but as they were walking past, one of the ladies thought it necessary to give me some unsolicited advice: "I usually put my cart at the end when I bag."
Oooohoooo......She was so lucky I possessed one of the fruit of the Spirit at that moment.....I never made eye contact with her, nor did I respond to her comment. I just went right on bagging.
I also vowed to never shop at WinCo again.