Monday. Cold. Sunny. The normal opening around here is now covered in Readers Digest condensed version.
Opening day for the Cubs. Will the lovable losers break out and win it all for the first time since 1908? I hope so, but I doubt it. The weight of expectations was too much in 1969 and in 1984 and especially in 2003. I am prepared to be disappointed. You might say I am optimistically pessimistic.
My granddaughter has a cold that has settled into her chest. She is 16 months old, so there is not much in the way of medicine she can take. Yesterday, my daughter and granddaughter ventured out to the grocery. The went to the posh market that refuses to sell partial foods. There my daughter encountered the original entitled rich bitch. I will relate the tale as it was described by my daughter:
The ERB pulls up behind my daughter in line. Daughter had a full cart.
ERB: oh my god look at her cart. She must have gotten her food stamps
Note, my daughter lives in a swanky suburb. She is a school principal, her husband a VP of a company. She does not look like, or dress like white trash.
Sweet innocent baby in cart(BIC): cough
ERB: oh my god that thing is sick. It will contaminate everyone.
BIC: cough
ERB: Can't you teach it manners? Make it cover its mouth.
Daughter: she is a baby,
ERB: it is disgusting.
BIC: cough ( Daughter covers babies mouth)
ERB: NOW YOU ARE GOING TO GET GERMS EVERYWHERE. I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU LET THAT CHILD SPIT GERMS ON YOU.
HUSBAND OF ERB: it is OK, calm down.
Other customers staring at crazy woman
ERB: You should not bring that...in public. This is just disgusting.
Daughter: ???
ERB: I am going to a different line.
Me, I would have wiped my hands on her food. But I am an ass.
7 comments:
I would have informed the lady of her suspect parentage in some very colorful language.
James Old Guy
I much admire your daughter's restraint.
Myself, I might have needed bail money.
I'd have turned to the husband and asked him to control his child.
I would have been inclined to shoot her, but probably would have contented myself with something in the scatalogical line regarding her mother and alleged father.
Lately I've been finding that I have less and less patience for assholes. I don't know if it's age, or what.
I had an encounter with an ERB, too. I was just about to add myself to the check-out queue when the ERB came to the queue at warp speed, hitting my cart in so doing, and invested what would have been my slot.
In her most insincere manner, she loudly said, "I'm so sorry!"
I replied equally loudly, "No need to apologize, Ma'am. I heard you, but I don't smell it yet."
Donn S. Miller
It is a good thing the director of the CDC was behind your daughter. We certainly don't need an outbreak of the plague in Naptown especially with the primary approaching.
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