Going at ten or so, I find that the store is pretty empty. But yesterday it was almost two o'clock when I arrived there. The parking lot was pretty full, but I only had a few things to pick up.
Unfortunately, most of the markets around here seen to forget that folks are walking down the aisles with carts and sometimes children in tow. They tend to put up display stands in the aisles in front of the shelves and it makes navigating quite difficult. But, usually everyone is quite polite and manages.
Yesterday - not so much. When I entered the market in the produce section to get some red grapes, I noticed that folks were dashing around. It reminded me an old TV show where shoppers were given carts and whoever could fill up the basket with the highest value of goods won a prize. I realize now that the weathermen were predicting one to three inches of snow and that tends to send Michigan folks into a mad panic. Go figure.
Anyway, I got to the bread aisle which is rather cramped with large displays between two shelving units. Typically, you can go through only one person and cart at a time. I just stand and wait my turn - though it would have been faster if the woman in front of me was not gabbing on her cell phone.
I stopped my cart to get a loaf of bread and some old guy behind me yells to 'Move it!' I, of course, did not 'move it', slowly put the bread in my basket and asked him what his problem was. He yelled that I was blocking the aisle. Yeah, well, get over it, there is no place for me to go.
I watched him go down the aisle like the proverbial bat out of hell and shook my head. I went across to get another bread item and told the gentleman in front of me that I should yell at him like the guy yelled at me. We both laughed.
When I got to the dairy aisle to get milk, guess who was blocking the aisle? He had his cart on the left and was standing with the door open on the right staring into the case. I asked him if he would like to move to let someone through and the moron yelled that he was not blocking anything (he was) and that I was acting like a bitch. Uh, who started this? I shook my head, got my milk and finished my shopping.
Upon leaving the store with my cart I saw him loading his groceries into a car in the handicapped spot. A woman was there but I never saw her in the store, so maybe she was the one who was handicapped. He was racing down the aisle to put the cart in one of the stalls and if a car was coming he probably would have yelled at them too. It then dawned on me that he might be suffering from the time change. The reporter on the radio in the morning had talked about how there are more heart attacks this first week of DST, folks are grumpy, and kids have a hard time focusing in class.
Aha. Grumpy old guy who didn't get enough sleep cause the time changed. As I got in my car I remembered this scene from 'Fried Green Tomatoes':