Dear Rude Mom,
When you blocked my way at the end of the aisle, I said nothing.
It wasn’t enough of anything to think about.
I was annoyed that you had seen me walking in your direction and that you responded by turning your cart fully perpendicular to mine.
But I don’t think you did that on purpose, so I didn’t take it personally. And I did nothing to visually convey my annoyance. Why would I?
I slowed to give you time to move the cart (which your deer-in-the-headlights son did for you) and then I passed you without another thought about it.
That is, until I finished the rest of my shopping and realized I had forgotten something on that same aisle.
I made a u-turn and walked back.
You were still there, staring at the same shelf, completely oblivious to the other customers around you.
Thankfully this time, your son actively pulled the cart to the side to make way for everyone else.
You couldn’t be bothered to do that yourself.
I walked by briskly, grabbed my item, and was heading out of the aisle when you decided you didn’t like me.
In a voice clearly meant for my ears, you said to your blank-faced son “Wow! Get out of HER way or she’ll just knock you down.”
You said something else that I didn’t quite hear, but it included the same tone and the words “her way,” so I can only assume it was more of the same.
Nice of you to let me know exactly how you feel.
I am so terribly sorry that I interfered with your oafish pace, careless cart management, and stellar parenting skills.
Next time, I will curtsy and ask if there is something I can find for you.
Like a shred of common courtesy?
What I love about the end of the summer?
It’s hot enough to run the a/c and briefly freeze the house, but close enough to Fall that the a/c makes my kid want hot chocolate.