Only 99.9% of the People Love Gpa

Gpa and I ran up to the store to get some get-well items for Gena.  The first mistake was going after school when all the harried moms would be at the store.  The other mistake I made is going to the store closest to the house.  They have a weird set up where you put your cart on one side of the last minute junk divider and line up on the other side.   I’ve had problems with this before but not like today.

I had put the cart on the one side, leaving Gpa at the end of the other side.  I had just told him to scoot up when a kid jumped in front of us and then his mom and other kids filled the space.  So I said “excuse me. ”  The woman ignored me but her skinny kid raised his arms and started defending their position.

Voices became raised.  I’ll admit it, if you yell at me and raise your arms, I’ll get loud too.

So she sent her kid to the car I guess but she defended her position that it was ok to cut in line because we were too slow.

I replied that my grandfather is 100.  She said that is why she had kids is so that they would take care of her.

All the while facing away from me.

I told her it wasn’t how family treats you, it’s how other people treat you.  She said she wasn’t going to talk to me.

Then the manager came and happily took her to another aisle.  So she got rewarded for being a bully!

As I pushed Gpa forward, she continued to quietly talk smack.  she said if we got to close to her, I’d be sorry.

I had enough and left the store.  There is a grocery store across the street.  We went there.

This incident threw me off for an entire week.  Do we stand up for ourselves or not?  I can’t figure out anything I could have said or done that would have made a difference.  Oh, I’ll not be going to that store again.  The layout is just asking for people to have a fight.

And it’s hard knowing that not everyone who meets Gpa will fall in love with him instantly.

Their loss.

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