Rest For The Weary II

I wanted to present some cases on why people irrate me.

Case One:

I went to the store to get some groceries about two weeks ago. It was a Friday, Paul and I had a bad fight the night before, I didn't sleep (never sleep after a fight) and had to work. So, I'm at the grocery store. I have my cart dragging behind me (that's the way I roll. LOL) coming out of the checkout lane. Here's these two kids I have to avoid, then their Dad throws a cart in front of me. I WAS PISSED! I said; " Excuse me! " He's like, "Oh, I'm sorry." Okay, firstly, watch your children. Why are they running harry karry in a store? I would've gotten my backside tanned for running around! Second, why are you throwing your cart into this area at the end of the check outs? That's NOT where the cart goes! Why the he** would you throw it carelessly in front of me?

Case Two:

The people who sit at green lights. Let me say it..."IT'S NOT GETTING ANY GREENER!" MOVE! Holy friggin heck. Don't hold traffic up because you're asleep at the wheel!

It gets worse. Paul has people tell him stupid stuff all the time. I just don't understand that. So, stupidity running and the abuse I've endured have made me have a heavy dislike of people.

Sighs