We went out into the world today and, lord have mercy on my soul, people are stupid.
First there is the place we go for haircuts. 90% of the clientele and employees are women. I almost always have to use the bathroom at the “salon” because in the morning there are several cups of coffee and juice too. I put salon in quotes because even though they used to do nails there it’s nothing but old women getting their weekly helmet hair adjustments. You would think it would be mandatory that someone is responsible for the ladies room. The automatic paper towel dispenser has been broken for years. I can see into it and all they have to do is open it and adjust the roll. But no. They put paper either in rolls or singles on the back of the toilet. Then there is the question of toilet paper. I have, no lie, walked into the bathroom, looked around and walked back out, into the the supply room, and grabbed paper before. Today, had I given two sh*ts, was a day to go get a roll of toilet paper. Instead I used up almost the last bit, washed my hands and used the next to last paper towel. I turned off the light and went back to my book.
Then we went to Lowe’s which is convenient. That’s the reason we shop there. It’s convenient. We had to buy the third and final toilet paper holder for the house (there were NONE in the house when we bought it) and we also bought filters for the HVAC system. The existing filters hadn’t been changed in a year. Yea gads, you should have seen the old ones we pulled out. Lowe’s was actually an OK experience, for once, but I throw them under the bus every chance I get.
Finally, we went to Kroger to pick up a few things for dinner tonight. I swear to you that one day in a few years I am going to crap in my diaper, drive my scooter cart around and take up every square inch of the aisle to pay every last customer back for not caring one bit about anyone else. I like the store, but I hate the other customers. There is NO reason, unless you are coding on the floor (and someone needs to be standing there with an AED), to take up an entire aisle to put a can of beans into your cart. And, if you are morbidly obese, ill-washed and driving one of those scooter carts, get some of your dignity back and be polite. Use the brake. I do not want the imprint of the cart in the back of my leg because you are too damn dumb to control your scooter cart.
