Bam!
Today, after exhausting myself cleaning my hardwood floors by hand (ow, sore knees), I decided to take a trip to Target.
Target is my joy. I can go there and spend hours looking at everything, and going down every aisle. But today would not be a pleasant shopping experience, because apparently every asshole in the south bay decided that they needed to go to Target, too. And they brought ALL their kids and other family members. And jammed every stupid aisle.
I decided to hurry up and get my crap and get out. I was in the make-up section (Ok, I didn’t need any, but buying make-up always makes me feel better, and I had a shitty week. I don’t think I’ve ever used an entire eye shadow until it’s gone, because I have so many that I don’t use them. It’s kind of ridiculous. But eye shadow and mascara make me happy.) when I noticed a little girl of about five in a stroller. Her mother was looking at things on the wall behind me. I could tell the girl developmentally challenged. She was laughing and smiling. She smiled at me, so I smiled back. Then the mother yelled, “What are you laughing at?! She’s perfectly normal!!” Whoa. I didn’t say anything to her. I just looked at her and walked away.
At first I was kind of pissed that she jumped all over me like that, but then I thought about it, and I figured she probably gets a lot of looks and/or comments from people about her daughter, and so she just snaps at people before they can do anything to her. Which I think is incredibly sad, but I understand what it’s like to have people stare at you unfairly.
But I was just being nice. Dammit.
The worst part of living alone (besides the lack of naked man in my house) is not having anyone to cook for. I love to cook, and I don’t get to do very many interesting dishes because it’s just me, and it’s impossible to make some things for one person. I have beautiful Calphalon cookware that is sad and lonely on my stove. Sure, I cook things on Sunday that I can eat for most of the week, but it’s boring. I would like to have something to make every day.
And have someone to eat it with.
Stupid distance.
Comment by Meany
November 6, 2006 @
I went to WalMart tonight to get, like three things, and at each of the TWO open registers, there were entire families with FULL shopping carts. With SMALL CHILDREN. At 11 PM. All I’m saying is, I’m surprised you managed to suppress The Hate long enough to smile at a little girl, because I would not have been able to.