Sunday, September 30, 2007

curse you, woman of costco

A lonely, ugly, poorly dressed woman with two children's outfits cut in line in front of me in Costco. Sure I had a cart full of crap, but she pretended that I did not exist and calmly stood in front of me. She was old, she had two items, so I let it go. But I could not suppress the rage. That old bitch, I thought to myself. All she had to do was ask me to go first, but no, she had to cut. The audacity of it stung more than the act itself. Perhaps one day I will run into her in a dark abandoned alley one day, and on that day, the tables will turn.

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