I was a The Walmarts today, as one always is, right? Right.
Anyway, there I was, walking along at a normal speed, not racing through the store, not lollly-gagging, just walking along. I came to the end of an aisle and a woman and what was probably her grandson were coming from the right side of the aisle I was going to turn down (I was heading for the Country Crock, with calcium, if you were wondering) and I stopped the instant I saw them.
The woman’s cart continued on and once she was in sight, I apologized for ALMOST hitting her cart with my cart.
And what do you know, that cow glared at me. She gave me the most awful look, as if I’d deliberately almost hit her stupid cart. I walked away muttering, “Merry Christmas to you to bitch. I mean, seriously, it’s not like I actually hit your cart, you hag.”
Yes, I was awash with the holiday spirit.
But come on. When someone apologizes for something that didn’t even actually happen, it wouldn’t kill you to smile a little, perhaps nod in understanding and move along.
But she couldn’t be bothered. I’d probably made her pause for half a second as she waited to see if I was going to slam into her.
And again, I did NOT slam into her. I stopped a good six inches from her cart.
Why do people have to be so cranky? Is it because we’re strangers and she can get away with being awful because she hopes she’ll never see me again?
I don’t know.
What I do know, is that when someone almost hits my cart and then apologizes for the near-miss, I smile, I tell them there was no harm done and we move along. All is well, everyone was polite and cordial to each other and no one had to walk away swearing because their feeling was a little bruised by the death glare I didn’t give because it wasn’t necessary.
Sigh. Where is the love, I ask you. Where is the love?