Can I vent?  Wait.  Of course I can.  This is my blog.  I can do what I want.  Here we go…

Three events in less than a week have caused me to lose a bit of faith in humanity.

1. I made the mistake of venturing into Forever 21 this weekend.  I have long sought a nice, affordable top to wear with this GORGEOUS flowy skirt I’ve had for a few years.  I’ve never found just the right thing to go with it.  I saw a top in the right color and went in grimicing at the teeny-boppers and the too-loud music.  Of course the perfect top I saw in the window was slutty and cheap up close.  I had to nearly elbow my way through the sea of Bieber fans to the back of the store wishing I had earmuffs on.  Why must the music be so loud?!?  I did find something and made my way to the lines at the register.  They were getting long and one of the clerks announced all four lines would be open.  I got stuck with a mother in front of me and her daughter and I’m guessing niece behind me.  Niece will henceforth be known as “Dumb Girl.”  They moved over to the next line when it opened and I stepped up.  Mom, daughter, and Dumb Girl moved to the next line.  That made me next in my line and Dumb Girl next in hers.  The mother paid.  Dumb Girl wasn’t paying attention and the clerk motioned for me to come forward to her line.  Are you following?  Here’s an even more confusing diagram…

I stepped up as I was told and Dumb Girl says “Oh no!  I was next!  You were in that line!  You need to move,” she said wagging her finger.  I wanted to snap that chunky appendage.  I responded, “I was in front of you!”  “No!  you were in that line!  You need to get back over there,” she shouted.  Someone may have heard my blood boiling if the music wasn’t so loud.  Dumb Girl noticed this and said, “Don’t get all mad.  It’s not that serious!”  (She says this after making a huge deal about it.  If it wasn’t that serious than you wouldn’t have been so rude about it, now would you?  See!  Why can’t I think of that sensible retort in the heat of the moment.  Instead I only think of it in italics during a blog post later on.  Ugh!)  The clerk stands there like a moron and says nothing.  She rings up Dumb Girl.  Dumb Girl turns to me and says all sarcastically, “It’s all yours, ma’m!”

I turned and said the only thing I could.  “Oh, SHUT UP!”

I know that telling her to shut up wasn’t very  nice of me, but I was in the right!  I’m just glad my child wasn’t with me.  I need a Forever 31.  Let me know when they open that store.

2.  During my workday lunch break at Trader Joe’s my heart hurt a little as I saw mamas with babies about Charlotte’s age.  A little girl about 2 was pushing one of those little shopping carts around “helping” her mom.  It was so sweet!  She was toddling about a bit too fast and BOOM!  She fell over and hit mouth first on the edge of the kiddy cart.  It flipped over.  She screamed.  Blood dribbled down her chin and on the floor by the dairy case.  Everyone turned to see a terrified mother scooping up her wailing babe.  Trader Joe’s staffers rushed to her aid, offering ice packs and ambulance rides.  Once I saw that the situation was under control I quickly continued my shopping.

Anyway, when things like this get me down I try to spend time with the little human I created to feel the good in humanity.