I was on the way back from hanging out with agaysexicon, fuzzyinthehead, and tromatized. I saw that I was approaching a Copps location I'd never been to, and my plan was to go grocery shopping after I'd stopped at home anyway, so I decided to shorten the trip, check out the store, and get the chore out of the way.
It didn't work.
I grabbed a shopping cart, bagged up some apples, and put them in. Then I wandered off to see if I could find a pomegranate, but I didn't see any. I happened at one point to look over my shoulder just in time to see a woman pushing my cart into a different part of the store. She'd taken my apples out and set them amid the ready-to-eat salads in bags.
I'm not kidding. What kind of person does that?
I picked up my apples, got a new cart, and walked on. I decided that the pomegranate wasn't that important. I happen to like pomegranates and crabmoon has never had one before, so I was using her curiosity to justify buying one for myself, but I was a little exasperated, so I decided not to worry about it. I'm sure Copps has pomegranates -- probably in plain sight -- but I was more in the mood to buy necessities and get out.
I've never really thought about it before, but I have a habit of moving my shopping cart only when it becomes necessary to do so. I try to find an area where there isn't much traffic, and I leave the cart there until I have to go on to the next aisle. I do this especially when I'm not sure about the layout of a store Maybe it's a bad habit. Anyway, I pushed my cart to the side and went to look for Morningstar Farms products. They were exactly where I expected them to be. I brought my Chik Patties back to the cart, put them in, and walked on. A moment later, I rounded a corner, and almost bumped into a woman carrying a bag of corn chips and some soda.
"What are you-- where are you going with my cart?" she asked.
I probably said something like, "oh, this is my cart."
"I saw it first," she said, which is a pretty bewildering thing to be told by a complete stranger who clearly has just come from the exact opposite end of the store.
I had the presence of mind to grab some parmesan cheese off the shelf, drop it into the cart, and say, "you're right. And you need parmesan." It wasn't a very good response at all, but it was better than standing there and getting confused. I walked away and she didn't say anything. I can only assume that she took my cart, and I can only assume that the purchased the parmesan and the Chik Patties and the bag of carrots which I neglected to mention until just now.
Anyway, I was annoyed. I'd lost my cart twice, and the prices were depressing me, so I went to Woodman's where the apples looked better (unusual, considering that Woodman's usually has the least-appealing produce in town), I found my pomegranate, and the Chik Patties were more than a dollar cheaper. Frankly, I probably saved twelve dollars.
I can't remember what the point of this story was, but I think it had more to do with people being a bunch of jerks than it did with either of the stores. Regardless, people are a bunch of jerks, and they're eating my apples.