Where Whine Meets Wine

A Direct Hit

on April 10, 2012

Do you ever have one of those days where you want to just turn around, turn the lights back off, and get back into bed? Never? Ok, that’s it. We’re officially not friends. For those of you who know what I’m talking about… here’s to another round of coffee!

Saturday was such a day for me.

I needed to pick up a few things from the grocery store. Not a ton, just a few. The kids weren’t yet dripping, but were sniffling, and I wanted to make them my homemade chicken noodle soup. So I needed some more Organic Chicken Broth, an MSG-free version of Chicken Bullion Cubes, and a few other odds and ends that we were out of/running low on. Not more than a basket-full worth of groceries. When I pulled into the parking lot I was in shock. I’d NEVER seen our little grocery store that busy. The parking lot was full. I might as well have walked there because I think it took me longer to find parking than it would have to walk the just under .5 mile. I finally park, and go inside. There are exactly 2 carts left in the store. This is all shocking because while Saturday’s are typically busy, they’re not so busy that they ever have more than 3 cashiers. (I’m not kidding.) I’m pretty sure it was busier than Christmas Eve. I’m already annoyed at this point, because c’mon people, you’ve known about Easter all year long and yet here you are, frantically scurrying around like the world will end if you do not try every new recipe you found on Pinterest, and trying to take my cart out of my hands and the onion from within my reach.

Don’t get me wrong, I feel for you, and I know what it’s like when you’re not as prepared as you perhaps, should have been. But I’ve got sick kids, and a day of fun cancelled. So my sympathy is a little short-lived.

I finally make it to the soup aisle, trying to gather the last of my soup ingredients. I find the broth right away, but the bullion is being elusive. I stand there, scanning the rows over and over. Knowing full-well it had to be there and I was just missing it.  The aisle was full of people, and I was doing my best to stay out of everyone’s way. There was one lady in particular that seemed to be looking for things in the area I was standing. Three times I smiled and moved so that she could get through or in between myself and the shelves. Not once did she apologize, say excuse me, or even smile in return. She seemed exasperated that I was continuously in her way. I apologized saying (more to the store worker who frequently visits with the kids and I on our many walks to the store), My kids aren’t feeling well and I’m trying to make them some homemade soup and I just can’t seem to see what I need, even though I know it’s here. Store worker asks what I’m looking for and I tell him, and he starts to scan the shelves for my ultra-elusive MSG free, gluten free, natural chicken bullion. And I kid you not, while he was looking, the lady had the audacity to half say to me, half mutter to herself, Maybe if you’d have waited till you were an appropriate age to have children, you’d be old enough to know how to cook and where to find things. I froze completely. I look at her wide-eyed and disbelieving. I had to rerun it in my mind to make sure that actually happened.

I stood there a few moments, just staring at her in shock, before finding my voice. I was a little surprised to hear myself saying, I am thirty years old! And I am glad my children weren’t here with me, to be experience your rudeness! (I’m not actually 30… but I’m in the latest of my 20’s, which is close enough.) At this point, the worker realized he may have a cat fight on his hands, interjected with, Her children are some of the most well-mannered ones that come through our store. She rolled her eyes! And then acted all offended and walked away muttering about how if I was really thirty, I would have more manners. I stood there for a moment, just taking it all in. And then I grabbed the bullion from the poor man’s hand and ran to the checkout and got the heck outta there. I knew if I did anything else one of two things would happen. Either I’d find her and deck her, or I’d burst into tears. So I fled. And had a cry in the truck before heading home. Not because my feelings were hurt, but because I was SO angry. I mean, who talks that way to a stranger, let alone anyone! Livid would not begin to explain my emotions.

Looking back on it made me think about when THIS happened, or when I wrote The Muddy Mommy. After my cry (and a few days to calm down) I realized that it wasn’t just that I was embarrassed at the whole scenario or that I was angered by her words. I was angered by the way I was treated by another woman, possibly by another mother. Maybe she is a young grandma projecting her feelings onto me. Maybe she is not a mother, projecting those feelings onto me. Maybe she is just one cranky lady. I don’t know the feelings, or thoughts behind her words. And with most of our daily interactions, we don’t know what is going on in the people we encounter. But I do know that now that I can be rational about this scenario, that I will be more intentional about my interactions with strangers. I’ve had strangers make my day seem worthwhile, and I’ve had strangers make my day infinitely worse.  That’s the thing about choosing to live with intention, and wanting to model that for my children… I need to be intentional about the way I interact with others, whether they’re people I interact with on a daily, weekly, monthly, one once in a lifetime. I can be passing out smiles and warm-feelings, or I can aim and fire to make sure of a direct hit, like the one I received. Either way I can choose. You can choose. Life is hard enough, why would we want to add to that? Besides, if you’re so busy aiming at me, you could be missing out on an opportunity for us both to walk away feeling some reprieve of life’s trials.

And next time I attempt a trip to the grocery store on a weekend, let alone a holiday weekend, I’ll make sure I am properly coffee-fueled.

13 responses to “A Direct Hit

  1. Oh, I could write a whole blog called “The Audacity of Strangers.” I get a lot of comments about my blonde son because I am half black and have dark curly hair. “Is he yours?” “Where did he come from?” “Are you the nanny?” “his coloring is so beautiful.” (as opposed to the darker coloring my other boys were burdened with) But, I love the way you took her ridiculous rudeness as a lesson in how to not treat others. If everyone killed the rude ones with kindness the world would be a much better place. (Og and bravo to you for making homemade soup, a lost art in many homes.)

    • thank you! I have dark brown hair and my husband light brown hair… and we have a daughter with red hair! We have also gotten lots of comments -after looking back and forth between hubby and I- asking where exactly she gets her hair color from? I usually say the postman. *Sigh* Unfortunate people would say that to/about any of your beautiful, beautiful children.

  2. Bravo to you! Bravo to the grocery guy! I can remember breast feeding, my first, in a bathroom of a restaurant 29 years ago (necessary to hide back then) and couple of older women {I was a young mom, 20 so everyone was older then 😉 } One of them looked me in the eye, glancing at my completely covered self with baby feet sticking out the side, and said ” That is the most sick disgusting thing I have ever seen you crazy hippy.” Never a word out of me… but lots of tears of anger. WHY do people, women, do this? I know too many good women who have been victims of witch attacks! Ironic that we so critically examine our own anger,reaction to these attacks.

    • oh my! I would’ve cried too! When I’m really angry, or embarrassed, I burst into tears. I don’t get why other women feel the need to tear other women down. But Bravo to you for not giving her the time of day and nursing your little one! You crazy hippy = giving your children the very best you can. Hubby and I cloth diaper, make our own household products, cook everything from scratch, garden, buy local… we get a lot of those “crazy hippy” comments coming from our conservative families!

  3. Oh by the way, I use Tones chicken base– It has a long list of long names so it is not organic, but none of the names are MSG or Gluten. First is Mechanically Separated Chicken, —sounds horrific.

    • ooh. I normally get “better than bullion” but decided to try a new one (because this one had gluten free on the jar. even though none of them have wheat in it, I still feel safer when it’s “certified” GF). It was from Archer Farms, I think? The label kind of reminded me of Target, but I found it in the grocery store. It took more than what they claimed, for taste, but once I figured that out, it was terrific.

  4. flamidwyfe says:

    You are a better person than I… I would have told her… Loudly, to eff off. And I would have used THE word 🙂
    To Christy… Good on you for breast feeding… Sad that the other woman’s children missed out on the best thing a mother can give her child. My daughter Tiffany had this retort to a woman in Walmart…
    Rude woman, “How long are you going to do THAT”?
    Tiffany, “well the 4 yet old just stopped when this one was born, because I only have two breasts and the 2 an a half year old would only share with the baby”!

    • If I’m honest, I’ll tell you that I would have loved to have told her to do that! Unfortunately, when it comes to confrontation, I have the backbone of a worm. I hate it. (Thankfully, hubbyman often enjoys it. Like you, he just says it how it is and how he feels! I’m envious!) I was surprised to hear my voice at all! But I have found that if you bring my kids into it, then it’s a whole ‘nother ball game!

  5. I am so sorry to hear that you had such a dreadful experience with that woman and it ruined your day! People can be horrible and yet they can be so wonderful! It’s human nature & error. But sadly when it comes to inanimate objects, a packet of soup, or otherwise, it’s just sad to hear she took it out on you!!!

    I really hope it didn’t spoil your dinner though because that should be criminal!!! Sending you happy soup vibes 🙂

  6. […] something and I don’t know what they’re talking about? What if they look at me like the lady in the grocery store did? Ok, more deep breaths. I am a strong, intelligent woman and mother of three naturally born […]

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