Thursday all I could do was worry about my sweet little baby nephew, Rock. He’s currently in the Children’s hospital, intubated, and in a medically induced coma. He has pneumonia, but is fighting it. There is a reason why they named him Rock!
However, even though I wanted it to, I couldn’t expect the world to just stop so I could sit and agonize, worry, and cry. I still had errands to run, tasks to complete, and bills to pay.
One of those tasks was grocery shopping. We were completely out of milk. Grocery shopping with a toddler should be an Olympic sport. My nerves were already frayed and then the toddler started punching everything I put in the cart, and when I took him out of the cart to save my groceries, he took off and ran half way across the store before I knew it. And that was when he was being good.
So, I was pretty anxious to get out of the grocery store when I reached the check-out stand. I wasn’t even a quarter of the way putting my groceries on the belt with the rude lady behind me started loading her groceries. I was so mad! At one point I even shoved her groceries back while giving her my death look. The checker even stopped the belt so I could finish loading my groceries preventing her from continuing to load hers.
Seriously, how rude can you be? I would have told her off, but in my emotional state, I would probably not be able to hold myself back. What happened to freaking manners? I never load my stuff when I’m next in line until it is clear that the person in front of me has an empty cart.
I try so hard to be courteous of others, and I feel like it’s hardly ever returned. Am I the only one who feels like the whole word has lost it’s manners?