Why do some people have to be so miserable and inconsiderate? Is it in their nature? Do they gradually get this way from years of unhappiness, or do they simply “enjoy” being angry?
Case in point, I am at the grocery store the other day and the parking lot was busy. Not crammed, but busy. I am walking across the crosswalk to get in the store and in roars some crusty looking scrag, smoking a cigarette. She parks where she has clearly blocked one car in and has made it impossible for the other lane to get by. So, traffic because of her is reduced 50% and one person can't even get out.
She gets out of her car, takes a deep drag on her cigarette, throws it on the ground and casts a glance at me. All the time scowling at everyone…including me.
As she is wallowing in her anger and resentment at the human race, she looks over at me and says “you got a problem, asshole?”
I looked right at her and said..”honey, the only one with a problem is your poor, poor husband." (I have never met the man, but do I feel sorry for him.)
Oh ya...........she simply adored that little comment.
She swore at me some more and my laughing only fueled her rage. I think after that, she went in the store and told off a banana.
Poor, poor banana.
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