So we've decided that we would try to do the food shopping on Friday nights, after getting out of work and before picking up Cassie. This turned out to be pretty good, except it took us even longer to shop going without her. LOL
In any case, we finished the shopping and went to the checkout. As history dictates, I have the knack for finding the one line in the store that has a challenge. Last night was no exception. I'm really not sure what was happening, but a mother and daughter were waiting on the cashier and bagger to find something.. some key, or something. After 10 minutes, I looked at my watch, and told Darren to go get Cassie from school; I'd wait and meet him at home.
Before he left, I said "Just my luck, I always pick the wrong line". I didn't mean any offense by it. I said it quietly to my husband. I literally waited 15 minutes before they even started ringing up my order. When the mother and daughter left, the mother looked at me, turned her back and said, "...that fat bitch...."
Yeah, she said it about me. Even the Cashier was stunned.
Yeah, I'm still fat, but I'm not a bitch, unless I need to be. Clearly, Friday night at the food store shouldn't present the need to be such.
It bothers me I let her get to me. I wasn't having a particularly blue day, but I got in my car and my eyes welled up. Why do people have to be so mean? She's a grown adult... behaving a teenager! Why did I have to be the one she chose to release her anger on? She doesn't know the first thing about me.
Typically this kind of thing doesn't bother me, but it did, and I guess it still does a since it's the next day and I feel the urge to write/vent about it.