I was in the grocery store today and I was looking at some soups, trying to decide which ones would be worth getting. They were the thick and chunky kind and there were more kinds than I thought there would be so it took me a minute. I looked up and saw a store employee coming down the aisle with a motorized pallet jack. I figured he’d stop for a second to all me (since I was  a customer, I was there before he came down the aisle and there was no way for a pallet and a cart to pass each other in the aisle) to make my choice. But no, he insisted on trying to squeeze by me, and failed. He hit my cart, knocking it into the soups I was looking at. Oh and Ella was in the cart at the time. One good thing though was he couldn’t make a getaway and pretend it didn’t happen because in the process of hitting us he knocked off a whold case of cans off of his pallet and had to sit there and pick them up as I stared at him in disbelief that he just tried to do something so obviously retarded. No he had no escape from his shame. Oh and he did feel shame, I know because he tried to hide when I passed him again on my way to the checkout stand.

Then after I returned my cart and was passing behind a van a family came out of the store. They were maybe 2 steps out of the store when the wife decided for some reason she HAD to hit the button to open the automatic lift door on the back of the van. This door hit me, while I was carrying Ella to the car. Seriously people, what the crap are you thinking. the good thing though was that I didn’t have to yell at this woman. She got an ear full (rightfully so) from her husband. I heard him go on for the whole walk from the store to their car, and he continued after I had buckled Ella into the car and drove away.

Well here’s  the sketch: