Mad Props to My Wife & all the Folks who do the Grocery Shopping...

Ok I had to write about an experience I had this weekend, Saturday afternoon to be exact. My Wife who normally does our shopping had to work this weekend, yea pregnant and all she had to go to work both Saturday & Sunday. I told her on Friday that I would do the Grocery Shopping for this week on Saturday, she asked "Are you sure?" I said "Yes, how bad can it be." BIG MISTAKE....... It only took me about 2 hours to find all the stuff on the list that Ang gave me. 2 hours wasn't the problem, it was the 3 street brawls I had to endure to get the right Meat, Lunch Meat, and Rolls on the List. There are some mean ass old lady's at the Shop Rite I tell ya.

The First Problem I had was the in the Meat Section, I was looking for Chicken which was on the list. However there was only one package of Chicken Cutlets left. As I picked it up some Crazy Old Lady Swiped it from me. I was like "Are you Serious?" As I took it back. I mean C'mon she looked like she was about to throw down over a pack of chicken cutlets. Now if that wasn't enough every Isle I went down in search of food was like a Demolition Derby Rally. No one in this place was like, "Excuse Me" or "Pardon Me" as they would crash into my shopping cart. These Shoppers were downright mean and nasty, I heard comments like "Get the hell out of my way" & "why the Hell do please leave shopping carts in the Isle." WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT IT? Up my Ass ? I think that's where a few of these shoppers would have liked to put my cart. Later I ran into a scenario where I had to avoid an elderly couple arguing in the isle. They were going back and forth in Spanish and blocking the whole isle so no one could past. Now when I was getting yelled at for this I had my cart pulled to one side or the other. These folks were sitting right in the middle of the isle cursing at each and arguing in Spanish. I made several attempts to excuse myself so they would let me by, not a chance. They just kept arguing and ignored me. I then escalated my voice with a few more excuse me's & got cursed at in Spanish before the old bat moved her cart and let me pass. How would you feel being called something like "Fat Shit Cat" or something like that? I wanted to slap the shit out of this bitch but decided to respect my elders and just went about my business.

After all of this I proceeded over to the Lunch Meat counter and had the best experience of the day. I pulled my number from the ticket machine and got #53, they were currently serving #49. I walked over picked up some rolls and walked back over, to wait. As 53 came up on the screen the gentlemen asked for # 53. I responded but was cut off Immediately by another one of these Elderly Nutcases. I spoke up and said, "Excuse me, I have number 53 & I would Like..." The crazy old bitch was like, Listen sunny I have been waiting here for 15 minutes and its time for me to give them my order." I replied, "What number do you have?" She Said "53, now be quiet and wait your turn." At this point I wanted to throw down, but I shut up again and waited. Now the number went to #54 & I spoke up and said, hey I had 53 and that lady jumped in front of me. Luckily another Younger male had #54 and let me go. Thank God....


To top it all off I forgot to pickup my soda for the week. I circled back to the Soda Isle to find no Diet Mountain Dew. That's all I drink. I called Ron since he works for Pepsi, and asked him to find the Guy who Packs out this store and beat him. There was only one spot for Diet Mountain Dew & it was empty. I was tired, and wanted to get the heck out of there but wasn't leaving without some Diet Dew. I walked over to the Coke Guy who was packing out at the time and begged him to get me some form the back. He was like I really shouldn't do that, but he decided to be a nice guy and do it anyway. So I got away with 3 12 packs of my precious drink. WooHoo...

The part of this whole ordeal that scares me is that since Ang, My Wife, is 7 months pregnant I know I am now going be doing this more often until she gives birth and gets her strength back. Oh Boy.... What Fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Next time I am bringing shoulder pads and a helmet.


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