Today I'm going to share a story from back when I first started blogging. I was still in the restaurant biz then, and somehow I had more time to blog than I do now. Go figure.
(Original post date: Thursday, August 7th, 2008)
I really thought that today would be business as usual for me. I went to run some errands & do some other mundane stuff. Yup, pretty boring for a Thursday, until I decided to go to the grocery store to buy some soft drinks (that's pop or soda, for those of you wondering what the h*ll I'm talking about). They were on sale, so I bought ten cases (stop wondering who drinks ten cases of soft drinks... it's for work, not for me). OK, but I am getting ahead of myself, so let me back up to when we (my mom was with me) pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I saw that it wasn't busy, so I decided that I would park as close as I could to the door. The shorter the distance that I had to push two shopping carts full of heavy soft drink cases, the better is what I was thinking. Obviously, that wasn't my first time buying ten cases of soft drinks all at once, so that's how I knew it would take two carts to bring the cases out to the car.
Anyway, as I was saying, I wanted to park close by, so I decided to park in a spot meant for pregnant women, the third one from the end, just in case an expecting mom needed to be closer to the door than me. Better than taking a spot reserved for someone with a disability was my thought. I also made sure that the three designated spots on the other side of the lot where empty. I took the whole pregnant lady thing seriously, thinking CYA (cover your ass).
About 15 minutes later, I was in the checkout line with my ten cases of soft drinks, and I was greeted by a cashier, a young guy who looked like he just fell of a banana boat. Heck, even his t-shirt had bananas on it.
Cashier: (noticing my ten cases) Miss, it's only 3 cases per family.
Me: (as politely as possible) I'm actually buying some for 2 other families (just a wee white lie) who can't drive.
Cashier: Cool, dude
Me: Pardon, cool who?
Cashier: You, dude.
Me: (trying not to laugh) Listen, (do you see a bong hanging off of my purse, dude, I thought to myself) can you please ring this through? I'm in a rush.
Cashier: Sure, dude.
It was obvious that he didn't have two brain cells left to rub together, and thank God for checkout scanners because I don't think he could count to ten.
After I finished, I went ahead to the car while my mother was having her items rung up by the cashier. As I was loading the soft drink cases into the trunk, I heard the most annoying voice start chattering away. I looked up, and there was a pregnant woman holding a bag full of ice cream (it was on sale, 3 cartons for 5 bucks) waving a finger at me.
Pregnant Woman: You know this spot is reserved for pregnant women.
Me: (nothing, I just looked at her and her wagging finger)
Pregnant Woman: This spot is reserved for pregnant women.
Me: Yes, Mam, I heard you the first time.
Pregnant Woman: You are not pregnant.
Me: Did the ten cases of soft drinks give me away?
Needless to say, that remark didn't go over well.
Pregnant Woman: (yelling) You know, pregnant women need their parking spots too!
On and on she went. I felt like Charlie Brown listening to his teacher wah, wah, wah away at me.
Me: (interrupting her) Why are you yelling at me?
Pregnant Woman: Excuse me?
Me: (this is what you get for yelling, Miss Thing) Instead of giving me a lecture about parking, why don't you help me put my stuff in my car?
Pregnant Woman: (nothing, just totally stunned that I just said that to her)
Me: Look around you. All of the other spots designated for pregnant women are empty. You're yelling at me about parking here, but you parked your car in a regular spot beside those empty ones designated for pregnant women. Does that make any sense?
Obviously, it didn't matter if it made any sense because she got super pissed off, and proceeded to call me names in a voice that got increasingly shrill with each nasty word that came out of her mouth. Frankly, she should have saved her breath because I couldn't make out a damn that thing she was saying at that insanely high speed frequency to begin with. The whole thing was so unreal, it was hysterical, and I started laughing. Even after she got in her car, slammed the door, and took off, I was still laughing. Meanwhile, my mother had walked out of the grocery store just in time to hear the end of pregnant lady's little tirade & watch her zoom away.
Mother: What's going on, JB? Who's that lady that drive out of here like a crazy?
Me: She's pregnant, ma. She thinks I took her parking spot.
Mother: What you taking about? (pointing toward all the empty parking spaces) Look all the place she can park close by.
Me: I know, ma.
Mother: I think having baby making her go crazy.
Yeah, note to self, don't piss off a pregnant woman who just went to the grocery store to buy ice cream.