You know what it’s like….you’re cruising the aisle of Target and some large bottomed lady wearing tight polyester pants is meandering smack dab in the middle. I usually veer around the next aisle. I am not a shopper and when I’m in a store I am like a heat seeking missile with a focused objective: GET OUT OF THE STORE in as little time as possible with the most money in my pocket.
My other pet peeve….the beauty queens strolling side by side completely blocking the aisle, leaving a vapor trail of Clinque’s “Happy” perfume. These girls are usually sporting expensive haircuts, size zero designer jeans and stilettos that click click click when they walk. I ran into some of those in Hobby Lobby last night and while soft strains of worship music filled the background, I entertained notions of…..Oh, heaven help me.
They say confessions good for the soul so here I go: I can be overtaken with savage, feral emotions when I shop.
I guess I’m not alone in my too-often felt burst of impatience. I Secretly Want to Punch Slow Walking People in the Back of The Head is actually a group on Facebook. And there are over one million members. That’s their avatar I posted here.
Some days are better than others. Like when I load up on Thorazine before I go to Wal Mart. (Don’t I wish.)
Thankfully for the world, I control what I do with those capricious emotions.
And I realize, I have a loooooooong way to go in my quest to love my neighbor as myself.
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