KiwiGT
07-31-2001, 08:27 AM
The mean things I usually reserve for you, is involuntarily being said.
Let me lay some groundwork in my own defense...I had to go to the grocery store late at night. I HATE going to the grocery store, and wouldn't have gone if we hadn't been out of diet coke and tea. I was dying of thirst, the last thing I had to drink was a margarita at 2:30. Sp I was pissed off, thirsty, and tired. I walk into Albertson's and follow in 2 women. The one that was leading the line was HUGE! I mean, 6 ft tall 300 lbs of BIG OL BITCH, and there was another woman between me and her. So walkin' to the produce section, and she just stops. In the middle of the aisle, so noone can pass. The woman who's in front of me clears her throat, and she still WON'T MOVE.
Now, for those of you who know me, I am a really nice person. Actually pretty quiet, and friendly to everyone.
So, out of nowehere, I just blurt out "If you didn't take up the entire aisle, maybe other people could get their shopping done". The woman in front of me sounded like she just choked, and it wasn't until that moment that I really REALIZED the enormity of this monstrously huge female. She probably could have eaten me, and still had room for desert. She turned around and glared at me, and the only coherent thoughts going through my head were "How dumb will this sound when people ask why I'm in the hospital and Adam tells them I got beat up in the produce aisle", and thanking god for the woman separating us. She moved though, and I walked by really quickly.
I know, I finally got my paybacks. I'm just trying to figure out if this is a sign of addiction, or that I'm becoming a bitch in real life.
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FunFordCobra IS my bitch.
Let me lay some groundwork in my own defense...I had to go to the grocery store late at night. I HATE going to the grocery store, and wouldn't have gone if we hadn't been out of diet coke and tea. I was dying of thirst, the last thing I had to drink was a margarita at 2:30. Sp I was pissed off, thirsty, and tired. I walk into Albertson's and follow in 2 women. The one that was leading the line was HUGE! I mean, 6 ft tall 300 lbs of BIG OL BITCH, and there was another woman between me and her. So walkin' to the produce section, and she just stops. In the middle of the aisle, so noone can pass. The woman who's in front of me clears her throat, and she still WON'T MOVE.
Now, for those of you who know me, I am a really nice person. Actually pretty quiet, and friendly to everyone.
So, out of nowehere, I just blurt out "If you didn't take up the entire aisle, maybe other people could get their shopping done". The woman in front of me sounded like she just choked, and it wasn't until that moment that I really REALIZED the enormity of this monstrously huge female. She probably could have eaten me, and still had room for desert. She turned around and glared at me, and the only coherent thoughts going through my head were "How dumb will this sound when people ask why I'm in the hospital and Adam tells them I got beat up in the produce aisle", and thanking god for the woman separating us. She moved though, and I walked by really quickly.
I know, I finally got my paybacks. I'm just trying to figure out if this is a sign of addiction, or that I'm becoming a bitch in real life.
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FunFordCobra IS my bitch.