December 06, 2009
Shopping
For many years now, I have fussed about shopping. There are a number reasons that I am not a fan of it and my shopping excursion today out at the Premium Outlets pretty much validated why I am not a fan. Let me just preface this with something. My distaste of shopping has nothing to do with the company I keep while I am out there fighting the crowds. My friends are great and generally make it more enjoyable. With that being said, the 2nd store we went into today had me close to coming to blows with a lady. I am not a violent person, I am usually pretty patient and I typically don't allow people to get under my skin like this lady did. Perhaps she caught me in a moment of weakness where my guard was down and her snide remarks just got to me. And to be honest, when I think about typing out what happened, it simply does not translate and almost seems silly to even put out there. The short of it is that we were in line, she cut in front of us and my friend mentioned it to her. She got snippy and said we were "clearly blind and rude" because she was there the whole time. Not true. There was one person in line when we walked up, and it was not her. I am a firm believer of picking your battles and I was going to just let it go and allow her to check out ahead of us. Because honestly, it is not a big deal and not worth the effort it would have taken me to reason with her. Had she not kept on about it and made an attempt to intimidate me with her stare, I would have let it go. But she kept on and on. I took a step towards her and politely let her know that her stare is not intimidating and she needs to work on her manners. She just kept on and would not let it go. I realized then that she must be used to being catered to and getting her way whenever and wherever she wants. But not today. She can wait her turn, just like we did. Did it affect her in anyway? Perhaps not. Did it have any impact on her to wait one more turn? Probably not. Will she go into the next store with the same chip on her shoulder? Probably. Is it worth the effort it took me to remind her that it is the holidays and she should be nicer to people? Probably not. Again, this little summary of my encounter with the bitter lady simply does not translate. But it is encounters like this that turn me bitter towards shopping. May my friends continue to try and make it enjoyable for me.
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