The New Rudeness

I was coming down the escalator of Whole Foods this morning when I walked past a few people headed up the escalator and I heard someone mumble a word or words like got enough?  I could be wrong but it made me turn to see if someone was talking to me.  The person going up the escalator was looking right at me as I turned and I was just puzzled.  Why were they talking to me?  What did he say exactly?

I'm not sure about the words. It sounded like got enough?  I thought is that a fat comment?  I realized I had some of the paper bags in my hand. I had about 7 or 8 bags.  I also purchased something too as well that was in one of those bags so I got a feeling it was about me hoarding bags.

If you have nothing nice to say, then shut up, please.  Honestly I hope that wasn't the reason I got a smart comment.  The bags get put to good use and I am a returning customer.  It's paper bags for crying out loud and they help with recycling. I've taken the random bag here there at Metro Market or Pick n Save as well as Whole Foods.  It's being put for a good use, jackass.  

I just thought why does it matter what the hell I'm doing?  It's paper bags.  I just don't get people and their need to make shitty comments like that.  

Then I reminded myself on the way home why this seems to be becoming more acceptable when I hear about the toddler in chief calling Tim Walz retarded. I can't stand that bullshit and I hate the fact that I got to use the word bullshit.  He can't say nice things or show grace.  I thought I was watching satire when I watched Jimmy Kimmel the other night and he was bitching at a turkey pardoning ceremony.  Shut up!  Be nice!  How hard is that?  AUGH! 

I just want to go about my life and not feel traumatized by this nonsense.  I just want people to think twice before they say stupid shit in a store because everyone is going to ostracize him.  Sight.  That's a big stretch.  I know it.

I mean if the guy say me digging in the garbage can yesterday, he has every right to make a smart ass comment.  If I'm not bothering you, then leave me alone.  I wasn't walking out with gold, moron.  I took a few extra bags to recycle.  Is recycling bad too?  

Sigh.  I'm kind of glad for a snow storm tomorrow.  I'm ok with staying indoors.   

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