Here’s the scene: I pull into a Wal-Mart parking lot. Dumbshit driver in front of me STOPS his pickup and GETS OUT right in the middle of the drive. Since the pickup had tinted windows in the back I had no way to see that there was another person in the pickup. Therefore, I am to assume this wonderfuck just decided to leave his pickup parked there. Naturally, I do not have the patience to sit there, so I go around like any sane person would do, before realizing his wife had been on the passenger’s side. As I go around, while she is still getting in the driver’s seat, she has the audacity to blare her horn at me. I didn’t think much of the incident beyond being mildly irritated and just blew the bitch off. Unfortunately, this was not the last of it. As I pulled into my parking space, Mrs. Wonderfuck, who has since moved on, stops behind me and blares her horn. I blare my horn back and give her the one-finger salute. She drives on and I proceed into the store. As my friend noted their license plate number, we were ready to report her had my car been keyed or otherwise damaged. Fortunately, it was not.
I was just about ready to back up from my parking space and chase this person down, but my friend talked me out of it, and in retrospect I am glad he did. I would rather not be convicted of any crime involving road rage, but I was this damn close to commiting it.
Why did this piss me off so much, besides the rudeness I received from the other driver? There was PLENTY OF ROOM for the driver to pull up next to the curb. There was no need to stop in the middle of the drive with several cars behind them. Moreover, there was no need to be rude because I chose to drive around, thinking that there was nobody else in the damn pickup. People like this should turn in their driver’s licenses at once and take public transportation.
There is some kind of mentality that goes along with shopping at WalMart. It’s as if, upon entering the parking lot, you immediately lose any sense of fairness, decency, morals and manners. The same type of thing you described in the parking lot goes on inside as well. People will park their buggies in the aisles, then glare when you politely ask them to move, they step right in front of you to get something from the shelves with nary an “excuse me”, they stand in the middle of the aisle, refusing to move, they push and shove in the check out lines, threaten to run you down as you exit the store back onto the lot, and casually shove their empty carts anywhere they can, even into your car.
On second thought, maybe it’s not just at the Walmarts. I have often lamented the absence of rocket launchers on my car, I now lament the absence of rocket launchers on my shopping cart as well. :mad:
Last year I had foot surgery and, for a few months while shopping had to use one of those motorized carts in the store. Those things have the turning radius of a massive tractor-trailer, as well as ability to start and stop in…oh, about 100 yards. It’s not like they go fast, either. But their handling ability is about nonexistent.
So without exception, at least once every minute while in Wal-Mart, some moron would walk right in front of my moving cart, within about 6 inches, forcing me to either swerve out of their way as best I could or try my damnedest to stop the stupid cart before running over their feet, and then, if they even deigned to notice my existence, they’d glare at me for daring to intrude on their personal space. Like it was my choice for them to talk right in front of me in the first place!
I finally gave up and stayed home till I could walk again.
I mean, there are times I go to Wally World that I wonder if everyone there hasn’t been afflicted with some sort of instant form of autism that makes you stand there with your mouth hanging open, swinging your head back and forth, totally oblivious to everything around you.
I mean, this doesn’t happen at the grocery store. This doesn’t happen at the mall. The only place I ever go that makes me want to start grabbing people and picking them up and flinging them out of my way is Wal-Mart!
Last weekend my Dad and I went on a long day trip when I announced the need for a restroom. We exited the freeway and almost immediately saw a sign for Wal-Mart. My Dad said, “How about there?” and I said, “No way!” One of my goals in life is to never set foot in one, even if it means peeing my pants!
My Dad remembered my goal and said, “Well, you could mess up the restroom a bit.”
I replied, "They treat their employees bad enough as it is. " Not to mention their customers, judging from all the I.Q. lowering, pack mentality stories I’ve heard.
He strongly agreed with me and we found a Jack-in-the-Box.