Yesterday I was pushing a cart in the grocery store. I pushed my cart with a mission of getting through this busy isle without insident. I zoomed passed a family pushing an overful cart that must have food from at least half of isle 2 and most of the cereal isle. They had a child in the front seat reaching for every thing it could grasp, nose running and whining. As I performed a nascar move around that scene, I was feeling particularly happy that those stressful parenting days were in my past...I am sure I was even smugly smiling. I was almost out of the busy isle when i spotted an older lady pushing her cart and staring directly at me. She was making a mean face like she had just smelled a fart and knew I was the culprit. At this moment she makes a motion with her hands to slow down as if i was driving 55 past blind children playing and she says loudly, "slow down...you're gonna hurt someone acting like that. " I did my typical laugh it off because a) I could barely hear her as a zoomed past her at time lapsing speed and b) she had to have been kidding... didn't she? I immediately told my husband and we both had a laugh. But as I lay in bed I wonder, what would make a person feel like that was a real concern so much so that they needed to express loudly in a busy grocery store? Was her life moving in such a tortoise slow pace that I was a theat to others safety? I mean honestly, they are shopping carts. So, I began to make scenarios of the state of this womans life to explain her actions.
1. Maybe she was very constipated and looking for the prune juice. I can relate to feeling uncomfortable and bloated and your deepest desire is to drop a toilet clogging duce.
2. Maybe her grandson just stole the keys to her Buick and was caught joyriding with a carload of teens drinking booze and taking marijuana tablets.
3. Maybe she had fallen down the stairs that morning and her Life alert didn't work so she had to call her grandson but he was busy with his hooligan friends so now she had only to rely on herself but because she was so bloated and constipated she couldn't get up and cried until a neighbor heard and broke into her house because he didn't have a key and had to help her up while laughing at her because when she had fallen she had landed on her precious siamese cat Biscuit.
Maybe I get carried away and overthink things.
