the passionate ailurophile

1. On the way home today, we got stuck behind this car driven by a little old lady, who was doing about 2 MPH. Of all of the various stripes of Masshole drivers out there, little old ladies have to be the most annoying.

We had pulled out of the Shaw’s parking lot when we first got behind her. She was stopped at a stop sign…even though THERE WERE NO CARS COMING. FINALLY, she made the same left turn that we had to, without using a turn signal.

We approached a red light, where we had to turn right. The geezer lady didn’t have a turn signal on, and we hoped against hope that she’d be turning left, going straight ahead, anywhere but right. But it was not to be, she turned right, so slowly that the light was about to change when we could finally turn.

She sped up to a lightening fast 10 MPH. There was no way to pass her. I had bread on the DOUGH cycle in the bread machine, and I was getting worried that we might be able to get home before it was done. I had visions of the dough, in the machine, rising and rising and rising, taking over the entire kitchen before we finally got home.

Finally, she got into a left turn only lane, and there was room to pass her on the right. She did make the turn, once again, without signaling.

I swear, some of these people need to hang it up, give up driving, and call the geezer bus to take them around. Sometimes, driving too slow can be even more dangerous than driving too fast. If people aren’t willing to drive at a normal speed, they have no business on the roads.
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2. Prior to this, we were in line at Shaw’s, in the 10 items or less line. This woman in front of us had three small items, which she’d put on the belt. Then her cell phone rang, and she was yap-yap-yapping with the person on the other end. Meanwhile, the person in front of her was almost finished checking out, and there was a HUGE empty space on the belt. But she had her crap at the end near where we were, and so we had to wait until the cashier moved the belt before we had room to put our stuph on it.

Common courtesy says that she should have been paying attention, moved her stuph forward, and place a divider thingy after her order, so the next person could start unloading their stuph. But she was too busy yapping on the phone to pay attention.

This is also rude to the cashier. When I worked as a cashier at a busy cafe, there’d be these yuppies with cell phones in line. Their turn would come, but they’d often ignore me and keep yapping on the phone. When I knew that I’d never get their attention, I’d motion for the next person in line to come and place their lunch order.

Of course, that’s when Mr. Cell Phone Yuppie would notice, and get all pissy that I waited on the person behind him, and not him. Well, asshole, I TRIED to get your attention. These people behind you don’t have all day to wait for you to finish your conversation. Of course, I really wasn’t allowed to say that, but I thought it. At least the *asshole* part.

Anyhoo, Stupid Cell Phone Bitch finally hangs up, but then takes forever to call and check her voice mail, before paying attention to the cashier who was now ringing her up. Jeebus, she couldn’t have waited a few minutes to check her messages, until AFTER she left the store? Of course, she’d probably have stood there and blocked the exit while doing that!

Cell phones are very useful to have, but why are so many people such assholes when it comes to using them?
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3. One more geezer rant! This was also in Shaw’s. I wanted to buy a bag of frozen corn. This old guy was standing in front of the freezer case where the corn was, just staring off into space. A geezer woman, who was a few doors over in the freezer section, was yakking to him, asking him what he wanted, did he want this or that? I assume she was Mrs. Clueless Geezer.

Anyhoo, maybe this guy had a hearing problem or something, but it took me forever to get him to move so I could get my lousy bag of corn. How many times does one have to say EXCUSE ME, PLEASE, before it’s okay to just yell, FUCKING MOVE at the idiot?

He finally did move, but I swear, I could have gone home, planted my own corn, and had it quicker than it took to get this old fart to move his ass.
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I don’t especially enjoy going to the stupidmarket, but it’s one of those things that has to be done, if you want to eat and all. So when I have to go, I just want to get my shit, pay, and get the hell out of there ASAP. I don’t get these people who always have to fiddle-fart around at the store, and cause delay to those who are there to shop. It’s not a phone booth, it’s not a convention center, it’s not a neighborhood hangout, it’s a SUPERMARKET. Pick out what you want, buy it, and get the hell out of my way! And get off the damned phone already, before I take it away from you and shove it up your ass!