Going to Target is like visiting the chimp habitat at the zoo.
From a blog by Rachel Lucas via Conservative Grapevine Ok, I was in tears laughing at this, because it sooooo true. Shopping at these big box stores on a weekend afternoon, especially this time of year is like attending a freak show.
The absolute worst examples of humanity are all on full display.
Sphere: Related ContentPOST: I need to start taking my camera every time I go there, to photographically prove to you my justification for wanting to break necks and throw karate chops all over the place. Last Saturday, I made the FATAL MISTAKE of shopping there at about 1 in the afternoon, when the monkey/white trash population is at its peak. I started wanting to cut people before I even got in the front door because was I able to enter the front door freely? NO I WAS NOT.
Because the front door - a double-wide automatic-opening front door - was blocked by a young couple together achieving a triumphant 700 pounds and their three crackhead children, who had stopped en masse to discuss who was going to which area of the store first. Mom wanted to hit the clothes section, you see, but would she be able to find Taylor later in the toy section if Dad was over in the auto section with Ashley and Mikey? There were literally 10 people who had approached the door and would have liked very fucking much to enter, but these clowns apparently exist in one of the alternate universes where actual human beings are invisible.
Most of us stood gaping at the sheer audacity of the asshole family, and sort of wedging past them, but finally a young guy came charging through saying “What’s the holdup, people? Let’s MOVE!” It was kind of hot, to be honest with you.
Once inside the store, I chanted to myself do not kill do not kill do not kill and tried to ignore all the people who need killin’. Did okay until I got to the house-cleaning supplies aisle, in which I encountered a middle-aged couple with TWO carts, which of course were side-by-side and of course blocking all ingress and egress. The woman was asking the man if they should use bleach on that and the man was muttering something about how the hell should he know?
I approached them and made eye contact with the man and even smiled because he looked at least a little friendly at first glance, expecting the NORMAL GODDAMN RESPONSE of him moving one of the carts out of the way. I expected too, too much. He stared at me blankly and went back to talking to his wife. I said excuse me and he looked back at me again and made an annoyed noise BECAUSE I HAD INTERRUPTED HIM. And people! People, I shit you not, he then proceeded to completely ignored me. He stood there leaning on one of the carts while his wife leaned on the other one and I swear to god if I had had a set of Chinese Stars, those two would be blind by now.
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December 6th, 2007 at 12:09 pm
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December 6th, 2007 at 12:12 pm
That sounds like every time I was ever in a grocery store while living in the northeast. As a child I recall people used to take note of who was around and if they might be in the way. No more.
As a result I move carts in my way. People seem put off by that. A shame.