My Single Mom Life

Oh my, my my my, I have had a helluva day.
I went grocery shopping this afternoon, and I swear, every single senior asshole snowbird, was in Publix today.
The snowbirds suck, all of them, but the seniors are by far the worst.
I know I've bitched about this plenty of times, but today, I wanted to physically kill one of them.

Publix was overly crowded with snowbirds, the majority of them were of the senior variety.
The most obnoxious species to behold.
If you see one, or a small crowd of them, stay out of their way.
They have absolutely no manners and believe that the world revolves around them.

Publix had the hair-brained idea, that having every stock clerk on the floor and stocking shelves from noon to 4pm, was just the best thing ever.
But no, it's not.
Saturdays are busy shopping days, it's the one day of the week most people have off of work and can go get food.
Having 20 stock clerks clogging the aisles is just bad.

I went in the cereal aisle, or I should say, attempted to go in the cereal aisle, when I was immediately blocked in by a stock clerk to my left refilling the pop-tarts, the granola bars, and fruit snacks, and 2 shoppers in front of me going my direction, and 3 trying to go the opposite.
An old woman, approximately 65-75 years of age, came in behind me and proceeded to bang her cart into my ass.
I turned to her and said; "Ma'am, I can't go anywhere. There are people in front of me, and no room to go around because he's stocking the shelves".
She made a face that I assumed wrongly, to be of understanding.
Just a mere 30 seconds later, I thought I had been hit by a car.
Well it was a cart and not a car, and it was this same ladies cart, and it wasn't just a small hit, oh no, it was a full on slam directly into my tail bone.
I turned around and snapped; "What the fuck is your problem lady?! I told you, I can't go anywhere! If you want to go up this aisle so badly, why don't you ask the stock clerk to move, or better yet, why don't you say excuse me?!?!"

She stared at me, the stock clerk and the other customers in the aisle turned around to see, and she yelled out; "Move!"
I repeated that I couldn't move anywhere due to the amount of people in the aisle, and that if she rammed me with her cart again, she'd be very fucking sorry.
She clutched the handle of the cart and moved it back like she was getting ready to take aim at me again, and I turned around to fully face her, and said; "Don't. Even. Think. About. It."
Sebastian who always goes shopping with me and had seen her hit me, grabbed my arm and said; "Mom, is your back ok?"
I told him that no, it wasn't. She hit my tail bone. I felt the cart slam into my rods and screws, I felt it all the way up into my neck, but if this woman dares to try and hit me again, I'll ignore the pain I'm in just long enough to take her cart and shove it up her wrinkly ass.

Sebastian let go of me and backed up.
The old lady now had this look of horror on her face, and the stock clerk was trying to get his stuff out of the way to get out of the aisle.
The other customers started to back up and move out of the way as far as they could so I could pass through.
When there was enough room for me to move forward, I slowly turned back to face my own cart and then moved up the aisle.
The other customers just all stood staring at me and the old lady, waiting to see what was going to happen.

She came up the aisle, this look of superiority on her face, and as she passed me, she turned her cart into mine and pushed it, then kept moving up the entire aisle, not getting a single thing from the shelves at all.
She went up the entire aisle and turned to go down another.
She didn't even need anything in that aisle.
What the fuck?

I hate these people.
I hate these old, rotten, rude, assholish snowbirds who don't live here, but make the local people's lives a living hell from November to the end of April.
I cannot fucking wait till they all go back to wherever the fuck they came from, and the roads, the parking lots, and the stores, will once again be safe to be in or on.
They drive like they own the roads, no blinkers, they take up 3 parking spaces, they treat everyone they come in contact with like they are lower forms of life.

Hate.
Them.

I spent the rest of the time in the store in absolute agony.
That was only aisle 5, I had 15 more to go, a lot of groceries and other necessities to get before I could come home.
It took me over 10 minutes to check out, every register that was open, had huge long lines, they kept calling over the speakers for clerks to come bag and retrieve carts from the lot.
Normally, I can get in and out of the store in about an hour, today it took me nearly 2 hours to get everything I needed and get checked out.
I couldn't wait to get home.

I've been home since about 3pm, and my tail bone and lower back is on fire.
I've taken 3 pain pills and slapped on a lidocaine patch, and I am still in horrific pain.
When Mark was helping me put the patch on, he told me it was black and blue.
I turned to look at it in the mirror, and there was noticeable color change.
It hurts so freaking bad.
I swear, if she had hit my body again, I would have lost it on her.
I would have taken her cart and slammed it into her, and I don't know if I would have stopped.
It would have been self defense maybe.
Maybe temporary insanity, but she would have deserved it.
I am so sick of these people doing this shit.
I am so over them behaving like assholes in the store, taking things right out of people's hands, hitting people with the carts, being rude, never saying excuse me or thank you when someone does move out of their way.
I cannot wait till they all go home.
The end of April can't get here fast enough.