Mostly True Memoirs
I ran into the grocery store for some milk.
Holy smokes – it was crowded!
Who knew that New Years Eve was such a big grocery shopping day?
The aisles were jam packed with lame-brained shoppers blocking the aisles while texting, arguing with each other or just looking lost and bewildered.
I seriously wanted to tackle a few of those aisle-blockers.
I got my milk and stood in the very long quick-check line.
A woman stormed by, angry, yelling on her phone.
“…and I just HAD to come to the f**ing grocery store today!”
I burst out laughing.
I wasn’t laughing at her.
I was laughing with her.
For whatever that’s worth.