which I’m *sure* you’re dying to hear.
I’m in the grocery store. All is going well, we’re getting thru without
getting run over, ‘ceptin for one old lady – and since she was old I
won’t complain about her.
We get to the frozen food aisle. Mom likes Stouffer’s and Lean Cuisine
dinners, so I’m trying to find something she likes. No luck there, but
no biggie – I can call her.
Except there’s a woman on the aisle – my age maybe a bit younger, who is
yapping on her cell phone. AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS. SHE WAS TALKING SO
LOUD YOU COULD HEAR HER 2 AISLES OVER.
I’m on the phone trying to read mom what’s in the freezer. Woman is
STILL YELLING ON THE PHONE.
By this time she was in the door right next to me. So first I tried
slamming my open door into her door thinking maybe she’d get the clue.
No Luck. So I decided I WOULD NEED TO TALK AS LOUDLY AS I COULD.
ME: MOM SORRY I HAVE TO YELL BUT THERE’S A WOMAN RIGHT NEXT TO ME WHO
APPARENTLY THINKS SHE’S THE ONLY ONE IN THE STORE, YELLING ON HER PHONE.
WOMAN: Looks at me like I’m outta my mind.
MOM: Whatever.
Woman continues to yell into the phone.
ME: MOM, THE LADY NEXT TO ME IS TOO STUPID TO GET THE HINT. LET ME CALL
YOU BACK.
WOMAN: Still yelling, looks at me
I politely ask her to turn the volume of her voice down a few decimels.
I was polite. Really. Well, except for the stupid bitch part.
She continues to yell at the top of her voice. Maybe she’s deaf, I don’t
know, but she did hear me call her a stupid bitch cause she gave me a
dirty look. I mean if she had a hearing problem, she could’ve indicated
this, and while I might have still been annoyed I wouldn’t have TALKED
AT THE TOP OF MY VOICE like an idiot.
So then, she’s at my right, her phone is in her right hand, and I turned
to ask babyboy a question. He said he couldn’t hear me (that’s how loud
she was). SO I YELLED IT AT HIM ….. EXPLAINING THAT THE RUDE LADY NEXT
TO ME APPARENTLY DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TALK IN AN INSIDE VOICE.
Do ya think this would have affected her? Hell no.
We were at the front checking out and you could still hear her yapping
away – the cashier noticed it too. I hope her phone breaks and she loses
her voice. Next time I call the cell phone police.
Then, we leave. I decide to go to the gas station. Pull into the pump,
and the wad on the other side is lighting a freakin cigarette.
So I left. I still need gas.