tirade tuesday!

now that i'm officially on vacation for the next month, i have the ability to run errands during the day, hoping to avoid the swarms of people everywhere. not driving so much lately, i made my way to evanston to do some household shopping. i tend to get a bit of road rage as i drive and by the time i got to target, i wasn't in the best of moods. but, the kicker comes when i made my way to the wal-mart in niles.

as i'm driving through the parking lot, two ladies walking through the parking lot see that i'm coming. apparently, they were in NO rush whatsoever. when they saw me, i'm pretty sure that they slowed down just a bit more. unbeknownst to me, this great world of ours revolved around these two fine ladies.

but my biggest complaint/question of the day:

WHY IS IT THAT NO MATTER WHAT TIME OF DAY, WALMART ONLY HAS ONE CHECKOUT LANE OPEN WITH A LINE OF 75,231 PEOPLE WAITING IN IT?!??! suck it up people! you make millions a year! you can afford to pay someone a minimum wage salary! don't worry, you can still hold their hours back to 31.99/week so you don't have to offer benefits.

i swear, if i hadn't needed fabric so badly, i wouldn't have stepped into that third-world country we know as walmart!!

our next tirade comes from ms. a. davis:

my latest focus of pure hatred is on those grocery carts that have the big plastic cars attached to the front, thus making them approximately as long as the ford focus i actually drive on the street. is there a need for these things in grocery stores that are already too busy, have aisles that are too narrow, and contain way too many screaming children?! no. i think not.

whoever invented thess monstrosities should try to get through the frozen food section while being pinned from each direction by mothers pushing their brats in these oversized strollers. the mothers can't get them pointed in the right direction (anywhere away from me, please god) without a three-point turn around, during which the little shitbags strapped into the car seats scream and cry at the top of their lungs for ice cream and popsicles. inevitably, ignoring mother's fake apologetic look, the snot-nosed kid trying to grab me as i squeeze past, and the fact that i just wasted 20 minutes trapped in what may very well be my idea of hell, i am forced to seek comfort from my two favorite therapists: ben & jerry. seriously, there should be a grocery store where only single people or married people without kids are allowed to shop. wouldn't that be great?!!

folks, i would like to make 'tirade tuesday' an interactive weekly blog. if there's something you want to bitch about, send it my way and i'd be happy to post it in the following week's tirade!