What is Wrong With Some People: Walmart Story II

Since you all know how much I LOVE (sarcasm intended) Walmart, I thought I'd share this story with you. Emphasis added for entertainment purposes.

Saturday Beau and I were at Walmart in their garden center. We were standing at the checkout being rung up and I see these patio planters that look like calla lilies. They were on sale, so, I asked Beau if I could get some to liven up our patio. In the time that it took him to answer me, this guy pulled up behind me with several tomato plants. His cart was fairly close to me (pet peeve) so I looked at him, but since we were still paying for our other purchases I turned my attention back to Beau and the cashier who was telling us about the plants. (Note: I do not like people who have to stand that close to me. I swear I can feel them breathing on me, and frankly, I'm not in an Asian country. There is plenty of room for us all to have a little space. No one is going to cut in line between the inch and a half that was left between my butt and his cart)

Apparently the man behind me, (let's call him Hasty Harry) was REALLY impatient because in the 15 seconds that we were debating, Harry pushed his cart so close to me that had I exhaled I would have been sitting in the basket like a 2 year old, and yells at me, "MA'AM!!!" with no other comment, mind you, like I'm supposed to be able to read his mind and know what he wants. I looked at him, and he starts "revving" his cart up to ram me with it. (No joke!) I was so taken off guard that it took me a minute to figure out that Harry thought I was just standing around for no other purpose but to block his ability of getting through the check out line in record time. I said to him, "sir, I'm still checking out with my purchases" and he just glared at me. (I would like to note that several other things were running through my head that I would have loved to share with the jerk, but I kept them all to myself) The cashier then stepped in and mumbled something about how we needed to finish our transaction before he moved any closer (thank goodness, I didn't want to be fully run over).

By then we were finished and moving out the door, but I still couldn't believe how rude and impatient Hasty Harry was. This entire story happened in less than 1 minute and apparently Harry's tomato plants were SO important that he couldn't take the time to realize what a moron he was being. I'm also grateful that he didn't actually ram me with the cart, because that would have hurt, and I'm sure I would have flown off the wire.

So now that the story is out, I would just like to note that most of society is familiar with all of the unwritten rules of being in public, and those that aren't can be found at Walmart.