Over time I have become quite good at simply thinking instead of trying to talk until they become awake enough to function as normal human beings. I can't even begin to tell you how many well thought out blog posts I have composed in my head during that time and the plot twists I've come up with for books that will very likely never materialize.
This morning's pondered blog post was all about grass fed meat and milk ... and my opinions on it all. Will I ever sit down and actually write about it? There's a small chance. Would I actually hit the publish button after writing it. Probably not.
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We're all aware of the mystery of missing socks, I'm sure. Where they disappear to, no one has been able to answer, but lately other things have been disappearing as well, and it's becoming a bit frustrating.
LV needed an important piece of paper laminated earlier this week. I went to get the laminator from it's storage spot, but it had disappeared. Vanished completely. We pulled apart the storage room looking for it, stormed through the attic, checked under beds, and behind doors and it is no where to be found! It makes zero sense to me, because we've always kept it in the same spot, so what happened with it? Other than joining the land of missing socks, we have no answer.
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The girls and I went to Wal-Mart yesterday. I know it's a popular store to claim to dislike, but I'm glad we have a big one nearby.
For the first time though I had an uncomfortable experience while there.
I was paying for the things we got when the customer right behind me got all up in my personal space, and watched hungrily as I counted out the money. He announced loudly to everyone around me that there's a lady paying with cash, and she still has plenty left over. I didn't bother telling him a few ones don't count as plenty.
He poked me on my shoulder and said, "People no longer pay with cash unless they have something to hide." He made some other remarks as well and kept inching closer. Backing away didn't help, he just followed.
I usually don't judge people by how they look, but this guy gave me the creeps. There was something seriously off about him.
I marched us out to the mini van, which I had parked near the front for the first time ever. (Usually I prefer walking.) We hurried to get our cart unloaded and I may have left just a little faster than usual.
I live in the city and it's always smart to be aware of the people around me! I don't need to treat them rudely if I'm suspicious (unless they give me reason like this guy did) but I do need to be aware! I would love to read your grass fed beef and milk thoughts. :)
ReplyDeleteSome people are just crazy! It's a scary world we are living in
ReplyDeleteI have my own thoughts about "Grass Fed" meat and milk. I grew up on a farm....what else would you feed them....Hotdogs??? Let me know your thoughts...LOL!!
ReplyDeleteJoyful, always listen to your gut...You should have had security walk you out.
ReplyDeleteHow horrid for you.
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ReplyDeleteI've had weirdos like that approach me in walmarts. I just go to the customer service desk, explain the situation, even point out the person , then tell them I need a security escort to my vehicle. If they have no security officer present at that moment, they will get a male cashier, manager, etc. to walk you to the vehicle.
ReplyDeleteYou should have probably had the clerk call security. I am glad he did not follow you and your daughters out to your van. that must have been really scary eh?
ReplyDeleteThat must have been frightening. I always pay with cash and I have nothing to hide. I wonder what he paid with? Why do people have to be so intimidating?
ReplyDeleteMy Mum always told me to follow my instinct s, it's like your guardian angel telling you to be aware of what's around you. I have better conversations with my dog in the morning, my family are just grumpy first thing.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the others - that is *really* scary. When I was "between husbands" I dated a policeman, who told me never, ever to put my car keys in my purse. Put them in my pocket, or even trade them with a friend. If this bozo had grabbed your purse, he'd have your house key and your address, and you wouldn't have been able to get home. Ask Rosie to hold them for you.
ReplyDeleteI agree with asking security to walk out with you. Being nosy is one thing; actually touching you is something else.
ReplyDeleteYou mentioned missing items. I believe socks go off into the "Hose-Zone". The other items? Well, the dish ran away with the spoon, so anything is possible!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh that Walmart customer was super scary sounding. I agree with everyone else you should have reported him to Security.
ReplyDeleteAw com on, tell us your views about grass fed meat. I suppose we would have to discuss the corn that cattle are fed - where it comes from, GMO and the round up aspect - and how this may be affecting the vulnerable, sicker of the population ( several members of my immediate family)
ReplyDeleteI often buy meat from a local farm rather than the store, even though it is expensive. We stretch meat, buy cheap cuts, and eat a lot of meatless meals. A big reason is that I have gotten a lot of smelly, bad meat from Kroger and Marsh ( now gone). My husband has stomach issues when he eats grocery store chicken, but not from a local farm. It is kind of disturbing. Aldi meat, tends to be good in my experience, thankfully.