Mostly True Memoirs
He’s A Jerk
I went on a Costco run.
At the end of the shopping trip, as I was navigating the parking lot in an electric cart, a 50-ish gentleman crossed my path.
He had just put his cart in the corral, and he was returning to his car.
He was obviously in a foul mood.
That’s understandable.
He had just finished shopping at Costco.
We’re all in a foul mood at that point.
When he crossed in front of me, he gave me an angry gesture with his chin, and he flicked his hand rudely, indicating that I should get the heck out of his way.
I was so shocked that I did move out of his way.
And then I was angry at myself because I should have stood my ground.
He’s a jerk.
Two Costco employees who were collecting carts saw the whole thing go down.
They rushed over to help me load my trunk and take my cart.
If anyone wants to disparage today’s youth, I would like to point out that it was the middle-aged guy who more or less pushed me, with a knee brace and an electric cart, out of his way, and it was two 20-somethings who rushed in to help.
Our youth is doing just fine.