Anyway, I'm at the grocery store picking up some Robitussin for my poor husband (Medicare denied us, and he's really in a lot of pain from his cancer and pneumonia), and suddenly I hear this cellphone ring. I never much liked them myself, since my first love was a cellphone vendor who I caught cheating on me with the Verizon girl, but OK, not a problem. Anyway, the guy starts loudly talking on the phone, and pushes his cart halfway across the aisle, blocking my path. Well, my arthritis was killing me, so I try to push it gently aside, but my back starts to give out and I stumble forwards, pushing it with me. The guy turns around and sarcastically says "EXCUSE me", I'm a bit shocked by his rudeness, but he goes back to talking on the phone. Apparently his girlfriend or something had gotten a cushy job, which reminded me of how I had to struggle with starvation every day for a decade in the Great Depression. "I don't want to hear your conversation," I said, my eyes filling with tears. Then he turns around and starts swearing at me and calling me an "old bag"!
I swear, I don't know what's wrong with kids these days...
I swear, I don't know what's wrong with kids these days...
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