11.30.05

Category: dribblings

i went to the grocery store last night around 11pm. i bought beer and eggnog. pathetic, yes. and there was only one cash register open because there were only three people in the store and magically we were all in line. i was third in line.
the lady who was first had a wee baby in an uber-punkin seat complete with ragtop. the baby? he was crying. he had been crying the whole time i was in the store. the mom seemed unconcerned and really, i mean, babies cry. it’s one of the things they can actually do. so bully for them, i say.

strangely it didn’t bother me very much. i was just there for beer and nog and i didn’t care about my surroundings. but then, there we are in line. the girl in front of me was buying margarita mix. the lady with the bebe was doing the WIC thing and i have no problem with that whatsoever. in fact, i think it’s grea, and i need kids so i can get free cheese and eggs and things. but apparently the lady had picked out the wrong cheese.
which is okay, right? i don’t care. except everything that is WIC-can (hee) is LABELED AS SUCH AND SO REALLY WHAT’S THE CONFUSION? but i was remarkably calm and not caring that the lady had tried to get more than the alotted 16 ounces of cheese.
FREE POUND OF CHEESE!

and the babe cried on.

and for SOME reason i was thinking about the baby and his crying and it wasn’t a wail or scream type of cry it was just a constant, cranky, annoyed, “come ON, mom! i should be at home right now wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in my cradle! not HERE! not at the grocery store at 11pm! and what do you MEAN you can’t find your FOODWORLD CARD*?!”

i let her use my card.

so while i’m making up that senario in my head i think that hey, actually, i’m glad the kid is crying. for some reason it’s like, a relief or something. it was so weird, like, as long as he’s crying i know he’s alive kind of thing. which is a crazy thought to have, if you ask me.

so the whole time, and honestly it’s a full 11 minutes, i’m trying to keep a smile on my face, well, not a full smile, ‘cos then you look like an idiot standing in line for 10 minutes with a big smile on your face while a baby cries. but i tried not to look annoyed or pissy, because i actually was not annoyed and pissy. like i said, it was a relief that the baby was crying. and when they FINALLY worked the Cheese Incident out the cashier lady was putting the groceries in the cart next to the screaming baby and she cooed at him and said, “oy, wee fleegan! how old is he?” or something like that and the mom lady said, “blah blah months…he’s had open heart surgery.”

and i thought, “ieeee! you dirty emapth! get out of people’s heads!” but immediately follwed with, “well actually, that’s one of the nicer ones. thanks God.”

when i got home i prayed for the baby and the mom and the rest of the fam.

*i hate the fact that they make you carry a stupid card to get the bargain. just give me the bargain! i’ve shopped at that store for over 15 years! i shouldn’t have to prove my loyalty with a stoopid card! jerkholes!

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