Shopping Cart Rage

I seriously wanted to knock over an old lady pushing a shopping cart in Toys R Us.  First of all I should have never been in that store.  It is not good for my mental status.  I thought I would brave it since it was the middle of the week and it's not time for last minute shopping yet.  Who knew that many people would be shopping on a Wednesday.  Who knew so many stupid people would be shopping on a Wednesday.  Toy R Us shopping carts are quite large so they take up most of the aisle.  No way are two cart going to fit in one aisle at the same time.  So, of course every aisle I wanted to go down was blocked by someone.  All of the sudden I see an open lane.  A straight shot to the front of the store.  I position myself for a speedy exit when all of the sudden an old lady comes out of a side aisle and cuts me off.  She then proceeds to leisurely walk and stop to browse while taking up the entire aisle.  I had Nicholas with me so I had to be nice, but I so wanted to ram her cart and push her out of the way.  I finally made my way past her when she made a right turn.  She was oblivious to the fact there was a line of 4 people behind her; or maybe she just didn't care.  If I am going to continue to try and shop in public then I guess I'm going to have to adopt that "I don't care" attitude.  I wanted to get out of the store as soon as possible so her and I wouldn't be on the road together.  If she drives her cart that way I'm sure her car is not much different.  I thought I was home free until I was exiting the parking lot.  Here comes this 20 something girl, talking on her cell phone, smoking a cigarette and driving on the wrong side of the lane attempting to cut me off so she could get a close parking spot so her fat ass didn't have to waste any steps.  I was poised to floor it and run her car back to where she came from, until I noticed she had a small child in the backseat.  Poor innocent child she is unaware that her Mother is an inconsiderate ass; or maybe she knows and secretly wishes I would have run her over.

I wouldn't really do most of the stuff I have mentioned, they are just fleeting thoughts to make me feel better. However; if I continue to shop from now until Christmas those fleeting thoughts are more likely to become an impulsive act.  So I'm staying home so I can stay out of jail.  I have no patience for rude people especially this time of year.

Christmas shopping.....bah humbug!

For Sale

Don't people know how to negotiate a sale anymore??? Aside from the guy that wanted me to let him make payments on the car I have for sale, I have a guy that emailed me and asked me if I was out of my mind. Really? That's how you start a negotiation? He asked me in his email how I came up with my price and don't I know how sales are in Ft.Wayne? "No moron!" "I just want to sell my car." "Make an offer or shut the hell up!" He ends his email with: "but I'm really interested." So he insults me but he's really interested in buying my car. I emailed him back. "If you are so interested, then make an offer." You f---ing hill jack. (sorry, I just can't bring myself to type the f word.) I didn't include that last part in my email even though I really wanted to. I have been showing such restraint lately.

I also put an ad on craigslist for a bunny hutch that I made. It's too small for my gigantor bunnies. I got an email from a lady that seemed really interested. She wants it delivered. Really? Am I Sears? I think I'm just going to keep all of my old stuff. Dealing with the public is too much of a headache.

Want To Buy A Car?

I'm trying to sell a few large items from around the house. Actually we've been trying to sell Joe's Ford Focus since last summer. I've had an add in the paper and online. I only received one call from the newspaper ad which ran for two months. I finally decided to put a sign on it and park it at the end of the driveway. I had two calls in the first few days. One guy showed up the other day while I was power washing. It's kind of hard to conduct business wearing a rain suit and goggles. I did my very best to act knowledgeable and businesslike. He was a guy probably around my age, dressed nicely and well spoken. I thought for sure I was gonna make a sale. As we walked from the house to the end of the driveway, we talked about selling things and how you have to avoid scams and he told me how you shouldn't take cashier's checks from people because you can actually buy cashier's checks at Staples. (It's a long driveway we had plenty of time to talk). He drove it and looked under the hood. All the positive signs were there until my excitement was replaced with "Are you freakin kidding me?" As we walked back to the house he started telling me of his failed 23 years of marriage and how he used to own restaurants and had horses but when he divorced he gave it all to his wife....blah, blah, blah. Bottom line, he can't get a loan because his credit sucks. Welcome to the bank of Patti! His solution was to give me the title to a truck that he owns and I would keep the title to the focus, then he would make monthly payments and probably be able to pay it off in a year. I wanted to yell: "Are you F---ing kidding me????" I didn't though because I thought maybe he was sent by Oprah to test me and see if I would be a good Samaritan and then she would shower me with all kinds of gifts. He told me to think about it and he would call in a few days. I was polite and told him I would talk to my husband about it. In my head I'm thinking; there is no way in hell I'm going to do that. Who does that????? Doesn't he watch TV. There are tons of ads for car dealers where they say: "No money down and we don't care about your credit." Why doesn't he go to one of those??? Better yet, why doesn't he sell the truck that he supposedly has???? Very strange! He must have thought I was a push over maybe based on my attire. Maybe it was the gutter debris that spelled out "sucker" across my forehead. He doesn't know who he's dealing with. I wasn't born yesterday, I didn't just fall off the turnip truck, I got his number and it's 1-800-loserrr. Sorry Oprah, I guess I failed your test.