On the way home from work this week, I ran into Stop & Shop, which I lovingly refer to as "Stoppie". I just needed a few things to get me through the week - cottage cheese, Luna bars, Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Eggs. (What?)
I lucked out with a great parking space right out front. I grabbed my reusable shopping bag - go green! - and made my way for the door.
As I was about to cross the street, a psycho driving a mini-van peeled into the parking lot and, honest to God, came to a screeching halt in the fire lane right in front of the door. In a movie, this is when I would be kidnapped by men in ski masks and taken away never to be heard from again.
Luckily, it was just a lady wearing a winter coat, sweatpants and her fuzzy red slippers. She opened her car door so quickly and cut me off to run inside the store. She left her young children inside...probably with the keys still in the ignition.
As she nearly bowled me over to pass me, she mentioned that she had left her purse inside the store just a short time ago. I kinda hold back a few seconds. I don't want anyone to think that we're together.
She walks in approximately 20 feet in front of me so she's a reasonable distance away but I can still eavesdrop on everything that she's saying to the poor Stoppie employee assisting at the self-checkout line. She runs in the store, looks around like she's on a scavenger hunt and runs up to this kid. "Uh, I just got back from break. I haven't seen it. Go to the customer service desk," the kid says as he points to the other end of the store.
Keep in mind, this woman is wearing, essentially, her pajamas...at 5pm...out in public. AND, now, to top it all off, she's making a scene.
She shuffles to the other end of the store and, as she does so, I hear some random woman say, "That sucks!".
I was not about to wait around to see if she ever found her purse but my guess is someone else took it home that day. Also, my guess is that her children hijacked the mini-van and escaped from this crazy lady.
Nope, today was not her day.
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