Mellow Me

 So I was at the grocery grabbing stuff for supper, I did not have a lot of stuff but I did have 5 pounds of potatoes and a gallon of milk plus some other things, so I selected a cart instead of a little carry basket, 

I grabbed my stuff and went to an open self check-out line. I paid and as I gathered up my bags I placed them and the milk and potatoes in my cart to push it back to the lobby. At that time a middle-aged woman came up behind me. 

"Hey you," she said in a snotty tone, "Are you just going to just walk off and leave your basket?"

I turned and she was pointing at a hand basket someone had left next to the checkout.

WTH?

I gave her my best look of disdain. "Clearly, I have a cart, it is not mine," I silently added you f-ing busy-body self-important Karen. I resisted to urge to flip off this haridan and left the store. 

I bet she is a real joy to her kids and husband, if she has either.

See, I am getting more mature and easy to get along with in my old age. I avoided an easy confrontation with a real bitch.