Thursday, January 03, 2008

Bitch meets her match.....

So, the holiday season is over and it is the day after Christmas. I need to get to the local Hallmark store to get my half off dated Christmas ornaments. I have an hour before they open, so I run into the craft store to quickly grab one item and return. There aren't many cars out front, so I am sure I am a shoe-in to get out quickly. I grab my item and wait in line to pay....

There is a well-dressed older woman in front of me. She is rummaging through her goodies in her basket. There are only 2 cashiers, so I have a long wait. I walk in front of my cart to look at some Cricut cartridges when the lady in front of me shoves me back so hard that I hit my cart, the one behind it, the lady behind that, the cart behind her, and the lady behind that one. I give her a crusty stare, but chalk it up to entitlement (she looked rather well off, I am sure I was beneath her.) I discovered that the purpose to the shove was to get her second cart, which was 5 feet away from me.

She proceeds to not move with the line, and when she does she does not take the second cart. I didn't want to be rude and ram my cart into hers to push it, so I walked it up to her. Upon returning to my cart, I felt her cart bounce off my legs. I turned to her glaring at me and telling me "I will thank you kindly to keep your hands off my things." Psycho. When I left, she was talking down to the cashier like he was crap for charging her $17 for a wreath she insisted was $12.

I make it to the Hallmark store with 10 minutes to spare. I am waiting outside and 2 minutes before the doors open, I see HER in the back of the line. I am just getting my last ornament, when I am suddenly pinned down against the wall. I finally pry myself off of it to find HER, the entitled BITCH, clawing at me. I stand up and the following conversation takes place:

Me: Could you please act like you have half an ounce of class and stop pushing? Nobody else is pushing.
Her: Well, I want that ornament and you are in my way. It's the last one, hand it to me.
Me: You can wait your turn like everyone else, stop pushing.
Her: Just give me the ornament.
Me: You will have to wait.

At this point, she turns to the lady next to me and demands the ornament. The lady gives us both a second glance and slowly goes to get it for her. I quickly snatch the ornament and put it in my basket.

Her: Give that to me. I am going to call the police. It is mine, let me have it.
Me: You will have this ornament over my dead body. If you weren't so busy messing around at the craft store, you would have been here on time to get it yourself.
Her: I am calling the police.
Me: Go ahead, I would love to tell them about you assaulting me three times.

It goes back and forth a while. Someone in the back starts clapping because I won't let her have it. She even tells on me to the sales clerk. A small voice in the back of my head told me to break it and give it to her, but at this point, it now means something to me. You see, it's my trophy. Good prevails over evil trophy, and it will forever hang on my tree with the memory of how it came to me.

8 comments:

Epitome of Sweetness said...

Wow, that is why I don't go to sales. I can't stand it. :)

Lindsay-Weaver said...

Post a picture of the ornament...this I have got to see! :)

Epitome of Sweetness said...

This is when your camera phone would have been handy. You could have taken a picture of her in the first store, then the second store

Delirious said...

Dang..you should have mentioned you ARE the police. ;)

SallyAnn said...

You are so funny! How do you always have the best stories?! You have to post a picture of this must have ornament!

deputymomof6 said...

OK, I will post a photo of the ornament. I did have my camera, but was too engaged in conversation to even think about it. I would have told her I was the police, only I had made such a scene that I didn't want her to know.....

Laura said...

That is SOOOOO great! Don't you just hate people like that? Adult two year olds are not so much fun to be around! (Remember me? Thanks for helping us get our 3 sweet babies!)

Inside Stories said...

Ha ha ha, everybody, I got to see the real ornament when I stopped by Deputy Mom's house last night. It is very cute, by the way. :0)