This morning I ran to Walmart to pick up a few things, and that almost always makes me hostile. I hate Walmart with a passion, but the closest grocery store is a total dump. The next closest grocery store is Walmart, or if I go the other direction, another Walmart. They are roughly both the same distance, but going to the one West of here, the speed limit is 45mph almost the whole way, and you're pretty much guaranteed to pass at least two cops. Heading to the one South of here, it's 55mph the whole way, and on the rare occasion that you do pass a cop, it's almost always from one of the neighboring towns and out of its jurisdiction. Obviously, I go to the Walmart that's South of here.

Aside from just being plain evil, part of the reason I hate going to Walmart is the customers. They all suck. All of them. I seriously can't shop at Walmart without having to restrain myself from the urge to kick people in their shins and punch them in their necks. Today however, I made it through the store and picked up everything I needed without any major irritations aside from the fact that my shopping cart refused to go any direction other than left. It was actually a pleasant shopping trip, and I may have even had a smile on my face for most of the time I was there. That all changed when I got to the registers, though.

As expected, there weren't enough registers open. And, despite it being a Thursday morning, all the registers had long lines. I had seventeen items, and thankfully the two '20 items or less' registers had shorter lines than the rest. I got in the shorter of the two, but after standing there for a while, I realized that both people in front of me had full shopping carts. When I realized that, I waited about another minute and then switched to the other, longer line. Then, the first of the two ladies with the full shopping carts decided she wanted a drink from the mini fridge in the checkout lane. After getting her drink, she left the fridge door wide open. It was in plane sight from where she stood waiting to pay, but she didn't seem to care. After a while, I walked over and slammed it, making sure to give her a kind 'fuck you and you're welcome' smile in the process.

Out in the parking lot, which was not full by any means, a lady in a minivan decided she wanted my parking space, despite their being several other available ones near by. Before I even unlocked my car to load my groceries in, she had stopped her van to wait for me. Even though I was taking my sweet time to load my car and then walk my shopping cart to the cart return, she still chose to wait. Two cars came up behind her, and she still decided to wait. Another car two spaces up pulled out and left, and she still decided to wait. As if that wasn't bad enough, she didn't leave enough room for me to back out of my parking spot. In order for me to back out, she had to put her van in reverse. And so did the car behind her. And the car behind that. It's one thing to stop and wait for a parking space if the person is already in their car and the parking lot is full, but if you have ever stopped to wait before a person that hasn't even started loading their car up in a parking lot with several available close parking spaces, you are a douche.

So there. Day three and another blog entry. I'm thinking more trips to Walmart may just be the trick to always having something to write about. I may be bitching all the time, but at least I'll be writing.