In the Middle

If it's not in all caps, it's not a rant.

Honestly, I try not to complain too much. It's counterproductive and takes alot of time and energy. That's not to imply that I don't get annoyed or that I don't complain; I do. I just try to be selective about what it is I'm complaining about.

If there's one thing that drives me batshit crazy it's when people stop and stand in the middle of the aisle while grocery shopping...with their shopping cart...blocking the aisle. Oftentimes these same people are completely oblivious to the traffic jam they're creating as indicated by the fact that they glare at you like you're an ill-mannered a**hole who's trying to shove your way past them. The nerve. My advice to these people is:

For the love of all that is holy, 

STOP STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE! 

MOVE OVER ALREADY! HELLO!!!

Ser.i.ous.ly. I would never shout this to them of course, because my mother did teach me manners. (And I did go to a Catholic school after all.) In this case, what I say and what I think are two very different things. If that's an example of hypocrisy then so be it. Personally, I think it's an example of self-control. ☺

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:1