Monday, November 10, 2008

A Letter, By Annette


Dear Grouchy Lady that I saw in a store at the mall tonight,

You are very grouchy. Quite possibly the grouchiest lady I've seen/heard/been around for quite some time. You stood in line for mere seconds when the girl behind the counter asked if she could help you. Unfortunately for the girl, she had no idea that you were beyond help she could offer. Hell, I think even Dr. Phil would've turned and ran. You know who I think may have been able to help you? Sorry, I don't know either. Because you were that rude. And yes, I had to "butt in" as you stated, because I couldn't stand to see the girl behind the counter sobbing and crying any longer. Because noone deserves to be treated the way you treated her. And then, when I called you out on it, you turned on me! I get that you were being defensive. I get that you probably will go home and never think for a second that you were rude, pushy, argumentative, and downright mean to us. But my hope is.....that you will go home, unwind from the day, reflect on your behavior and feel just the slightest bit of guilt, knowing that you were as horrible as you were. And maybe, just maybe, the next time you feel the need for your demon to arise out of the depths of your soul, you'll remember telling the girl off, me off, the manager off and you'll make a different decision.

Because it's all about choices isn't it?

Let's hope you make a better one next time around. I know the decision I made tonight to butt in and stick up for that girl was the right one. You stupid, under-sexed, grouchy ass bitch who probably forgot to change her underwear this morning and realized it in the dressing room when you saw the brown streaks in your granny baps (big ass panties). You're probably constipated too, and most likely needed a smoke. A smoke I'm sure you had, with the windows rolled up and your kid in the back seat inhaling.

Sincerely,

Annette

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I met this woman! She was in McDonalds being horrible to her son. She had 4 kids, but picked on only one of them. She talked rude to him and told him he was not coming back next week when she brings the other kids and other things. But the kicker was the younger brother was acting much worse than he was and the woman never corrected that one.
I am not as brave and wonderful as you; I wanted to say something, but did not. I couldn't figure out how to get her to realize she was being a witch without scaring her kids. I thought she may get even more mad.
You are the best to stick up for the girl behind the counter. Keep rocken sister! TMP

Morgan's Mom said...

so glad we are friends!