Being Mooned...

The full moon has to affect people. Craziness exists on many levels, and nothing seems to bring it out in humanity than the full moon force. Add to that, we had Friday the 13th. Surely something odd was bound to happen.

Had to go to a big warehouse style store today.

Not one of my favorite places to frequent, but sometimes when you buy in bulk, you save. I try to do my grocery shopping weekly, and then avoid the store the rest of the week. This saves time, money, and aggravation as well. We try to make only one trip out.

Derek and I had a fine time inside the store. It was pretty crazy, but not as crazy as during the Christmas and holiday season. We trudged across the parking lot to our vehicle, a very good distance away.

We unloaded our purchases into the back of the SUV. Our dog (who always travels with us) was eagerly watching all of the "hunting" we had just done, and was wide eyed with what I'm sure he suspected was food for him in some manner.

It was raining, as usual. Raining plenty. And colder, some wind is blowing since we are getting another storm system moving in.

Derek set the cart off along an area of the parking lot adjacent to the parking stalls, next to another cart that was already there, instead of taking the cart 150 feet to one of the cart "corrals".

This woman immediately started yelling at us.

"Would it kill you to take that cart back to where they go?"

She had no purchases of her own. Apparently she was having a bad day.
Interrupting us with her bad mood, probably not a good idea. Normally I would have ignored her. Derek got stirred up.

Luckily, no one was injured, although there was quite a verbal barrage back and forth. I declined to advise him that fighting a battle of the wits with someone who was obviously unarmed wasn't a fair fight, but I figured that would have just made him want to push her buttons even more.

Crazy Woman, if you read this:
A) There were carts scattered all around the lot, our one cart was definitely not going to cause the retriever any additional grief since we put our cart right next to one already there
B) Mind your own business. That employee that has to retrieve the carts has a paying job, and having had to get carts myself at a job, it builds character
C) Actions speak louder than words. I would have respected you, crazy lady, if you had taken the cart back yourself, but being the lazy cranky mess you were, you would rather complain about bad things than take the time to fix what was perceived by you as something wrong.
D) You were not around when we arrived at the store, took a stray cart way out in the parking lot, and drove it all the way inside to use for our shopping just so there was one less cart out there.

I wonder what the next full moon might bring!