Crabby Blogging Lady

Look at this, just LOOK at this! :rage: Gah! This makes me SOOO crabby!

What HOGS! How inconsiderate!

This is at a local clinic where I donate books and magazines for the needy. I go there regularly, and this parking spot is one of the very few close to the clinic doors that isn’t handicapped. Now, I realize that space in a city is tight, and parking lots are sometimes difficult to plan. But WHO is the IDIOT who keeps planning parking spots to have 15 handicapped spots all by the doors (and I have ONLY EVER seen 4 to 5 filled at a time), and then plans for the rest of the parking lot to be 1.34 miles away from the building?!

I am not handicapped, not officially. I suppose I could apply for the designation, but I have my pride. However, some people have a wart on their nose and want that handicapped designation. I strongly suspect the reason for this is to be able to park in handicapped parking spots.

ANYWAY, I am not handicapped but I have trouble walking on certain days. So walking 1.34 miles across a parking lot to the building is agony, especially if I am carrying something. I COULD possibly get a parking spot closer to the building, but NOOOO. Idiots like these take up the only remaining parking spots!! GAH!!!

It’s so inconsiderate. I was terribly tempted to hang around and wait to see who has done this, and chew them out for it….

So this is another rant-about-Walmart post. :-p

In case it’s not obvious enough, I hate shopping at Walmart. Oh, the prices are OK (although they have steadily climbed, lately). The products are OK (if you like dented cans and cheapo Chinese crap). But the PARKING! Holy cow!!

Don’t people work JOBS anymore?!?!

I try to avoid the unwashed masses when I shop. I hate crowds of people. The melting pot of B.O., men’s cajun-style after-shaves, and nostril-burning insecticides that the women douse in, all drive me insane. Plus there are the young mothers who consistently shop only when they have a barfing, runny-nosed kid in the cart. And without a doubt, I am ALWAYS bumping in to these people. After such an excursion, I arrive home with stinky clouds of puke, Old Spice, and Chanel No. 5 on me. It’s a toxic mixture, enough to send the kids and the pets scurrying away. Ick.

So I choose odd hours to shop, that I may shop in some relative PEACE and QUIET and fresh, sanitary air. It used to be that I could shop somewhere around 1pm (after the lunch crowd had gone back to work, and before the little urchins were released from the concentration camps public schools). Not anymore! I don’t know what it is, but allllll day long, that Walmart parking lot is tightly packed with SUVs, and the store stuffed to the gills with shoppers.

It takes twice as long to shop because I am now dodging all these people with their 2, 3 grocery carts piled high with trinkets and snack foods (and these same people love to have long conversations with each other in the centers of the aisles). Something as simple as grabbing a pair of women’s shoes can take 40 minutes– 30 minutes to navigate the narrow aisles crammed with talking crowds of people, and 10 minutes to pick out and try on the shoes! And I won’t even TELL you about the check out lines!

Don’t people work JOBS anymore?!?!

There are old men, young men, old women, young women, kids and even a few dogs! What the ?! How can so many people fill these stores, shopping like maniacs, if they don’t work? Or has the world turned upside down while I napped, and everyone works at night now??

Is it just me? Are you finding the stores filled with “working age” people at all times of the day? Did I miss some amazing announcement by Obama, urging people to quit their jobs and shop their guts out at all hours of the day? What is going on?